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Stuart chalmers/ Robert ridley-shackleton: Blunders The A side's like a re-imagining of Alan's psychedelic breakfast from the Floyd's Atom Heart. The beginning, a kitchen draw rummage of sound sources, which slither nicely into a novel series of loops, blends and spectacular blurs... getting all excitable, at points becoming a Heath Robinson compendium of spoke filled vampire bats and mangled metallics. The whirr upping the noise stakes, filling my lugholes with some exceptional splices of chaotic wizardry... periodically stripped back to bare bones before being sent off on further noise filled excursions. This is a slip-sliding wonky affair, that's a captivating blend of circuit bent shapes and retarded dinosaur groans... The clanking and clattering piling up on an array of bruised and battered multiples, ending on a hushed almost catatonic loop of what sounds like a barking toy dog slowed to an eerie dirge... as tiny synth curls permeate the gloom, further illuminated by iridescent wisps, whilst the drip of digital stalactites and that ghostly touch of asthma increase the spinal chills. The flip secretes a more subdued vibe... understated, almost nihilistic in its starkness… The vibe similar to the coded dialogue of short/long wave radio transmissions … or a delve into the ‘no input’ mixer void… Glitch skipping Morse mixed with pocket rifled flurries of contact mic(ed) debris, felt fingers and the electro-static rip of interference… Later, the undulating whirr of distant motors can be heard ticking over in varying percussive purrs, with sine wave modulations skating across warpy irregularities… finally humming out on a blunt conclusion. An excellent slice of electroacoustics. Hissing Frames. Rottenmeats blogspot.

After having to go to hospital Robert returns with a heap of chaos from his mind straight to your ear holes. This is true cacophony, everything’s present, vocals, junk electronics, synth, tape manipulation, loops, fear, highs, low’s, evil and good. Limited to 30 copies. Hissing Frames.

After last year’s attempts of pop stardom comes another thirty minute album from the “master of mangled pop”. This was made after Robert was thrown out of his home, now armed with only looping cassettes and a telephone that he has circuit bent into a microphone. He feels the need to make a new pop album dedicated to all things rude, hot and steamy. Everything you hear is entirely vocals. Although from the description it sounds minimal the result is pop at its darkest and weird. Limited to 30 copies. Hissing Frames.

Kapali Carsi is a true underdog to the Avant-garde. His sounds are very minimal and austere. However what make KC so fresh is that his simple sounds can have serious tension and although sometimes deadly serious can seem very free, almost like a serious ‘art-brut’. This split cassette is almost entirely focussed on microphones, which nearly dominates all of Kapali Carsi’s work and has also been a key concept through Robert’s work lately. Robert’s side of the tape is less tense and more crude and diseased. This cassette is perfect for all your scrapping, bangs and breathing needs. Limited to 35 copies. Hissing Frames.