The third album of the NQ / Teamforest collaboration: limited tape edition of 100…
Recorded in a makeshift lakeside studio, Beth Kleist’s Drei is the sometimes psychedelic, sometimes pastoral third album from Nils Quak and Philipp Bückle. The album haunts and teases its way through mostly guitar, percussion, and electronics without settling long into an idiom before leaping headlong into a new idea.
Lovers of kraut rock, post-spectral drone, twee electronica, and especially postrock in all of its shifting facets will find pockets of bliss in Drei.
Limited to 125 copies: red c50 cassette shells with black imprinted ink // full colour J-cards with photography by Kate Kell // plastic norelco cases with shrinkwrapping // artwork & layout by Amanda Boutourline and D.S. Ciarán
If you’ve ever had the chance to travel, you know that it changes your life. After a year on the road, from the jordanian dunes to the asphalt of Nashville, Julien Magot locked himself in his appartement to record ‘Fue’, the first album of his lonely adventure Appalache. If you’ve ever had the chance to travel for a long-time, you know how hard it is to fight against monotony of a daily life. This is maybe the start of this story, a way to escape from the outside world’s oppression, a dream about a dream inside a dream, where flashbacks can be possible futures. More than a story, ‘Fue’ can be the painting of a luxuriant desert under the moonlight, maybe like the one on the Barn Owl’s Lost In The Glare cover. 8 songs for 8 colors, leaded by an electric guitar and indians spirits, both hunting for serenity…
Bloodred c60 + c40 tapes, handstamped / inked in black Handcut, dyed + scored custom chipboard O-cards / insert Handstamped red 8.5″ by 8.5″ insert with black lettering Handnumbered & stamped in roman numerals Screenprinted artwork by D.S. Ciarán
There is a stench here so old that it rids the body of any uncertainty. It is a comfortable rapture. The stench comes not from distant swamps, putrescent and green in their small wakes, or the mounds of bone matter and meat made dust underfoot. This waft of hidden and yet all-too demanding treasures lifts itself steadily from the bated, beating wings of the Bird, on its eternal voyage somewhere far past home.