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(DDR-06) Soup Purse - "Encounter Group"

"As the group went on, the driving urge to act out my aggression faded. When a German man told me I reminded him of the mother he hated, my first impulse was to ignore, avoid, deflect his remark. All my life I had run away from hostility. At the faintest breath of trouble in a public encounter I grabbed the oil and started pouring. In that instant I became aware of what a coward I really was. My aggression had always been undercover; it turned tail and ran when attacked.

It came to me now to face up this man's aggressiveness, to let mine off the leash entirely. I didn't feel at all aggressive, but a wave is coming, I'm going to ride that wave.

"So what were you doing to your mother?", I sneer, eyebrows rising suggestively. 'Maybe she should have beaten you harder. You Nazi's are all motherfuckers at heart.'

Wolfgang pushes me down on the floor, pins my arms and beats me with German efficiency, striking my legs and thighs with his fists and elbows, slapping my face, over and over. As if I were one of the onlookers I watch my body respond-- spitting, swearing, laughing. I can still see the faces in the room like a remembered movie: faces full of fear ('he may killer her!'), uncertainty ('should I stop him?'), anger ('why doesn't someone do something!'), and just plain voyeur fascination. Teertha stays expressionless, alert.

Wolfgang stops of his own accord. That night he runs a fever, want's to leave the group, but Teertha persuades him to stay. 'It happens often when you get into deep stuff', he tells him. 'You'll be fine in the morning'.

It feels as natural to mother him as it had to taunt him. I bring him extra blankets, bring my own blankets and curl up beside him; fetch him ice cold water in the night. He's fine in the morning. And so am I- my body a mass of bruises but inside I feel light, airy. As if some ancient burdens had fallen away."

Brand new thirty minute release from D. Todd Dickerson aka Soup Purse. Described by Dickerson as a "'concept album' regarding ecstatic 'numbing', fascination with the east, (and) the effects of experimental group therapies..", "Encounter Group" finds Soup Purse deranged in its precision, schooled and properly obsessed with its source material, and heavily awash in tape hiss.

Seven damaged, hallucinatory collages, persuading and persuaded, from the inimitable Portland-based cult of one... Listen loud and devoted.

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(DDR-05) Death Factory - "The Gospel According to Jack"

Culled from studio and live radio recordings laid down in 2008 & 2009, and loosely formed around messianic sermons delivered by a(n) (un)named Middle American evangelist, "The Gospel According to Jack" shows Chicago's Death Factory (Michael Krause) in prime form, masterful in several settings. Krause is equally skilled in the structured solo analog synth based noise that make up the title track and the sludgy "Pagan Transmitter" as he is improvising on a here excerpted avant freak session with fellow Chicagoan Right Eye Rita. Two decades in and more than ever deserving to be heard, consider this an ideal sampler of the current works of this long running, multi-faceted Post-Industrial force.

Limited Edition of 40 copies. Screen printed Chrome C30's with wraparound paper slip and polycases, packaged in screen printed black satin bags. NOW $6US PPD

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