HAFLER TRIO / ANDREW LILES / COLIN POTTER

3 Eggs

(Important) Used CD $8.00

Originally intended as a merch item for a tour that never took place, their first collaboration.

HAFLER TRIO

A Bag Of Cats

(Touch) Used CD $13.00

First issue of Spiral audio-magazine, with booklet and postcard, in slipcase card sleeve. From 1990

HAFLER TRIO

An Utterance Of The Supreme Ventriloquist

(Soleilmoon) Used CD $12.00 (Out-of-stock)

A psychedelic head-trip from 1996, reissued in 2005, with two twenty-one-minute pieces reaching a similar plane of consciousness occupied by Nurse With Wound. In outsized semi-transparent printed card wallet, with similarly-packaged booklet.

HAFLER TRIO

Being A Firefighter Isn’t Just About Squirting Water

(Important) Used CD $9.00

On the fifth installment in Important’s series of EPs from sound sculptor Andrew McKenzie, a 20-minute construction from 2005 starts with soft metallic harmonics, sounding like heavily treated guitar strings, with low-frequency hums and whistle-like feedback entering the mix as it progresses. Edition of 500

HAFLER TRIO

Evidence Pertaining to the Creator

(Somnimage - som10010) 7-inch $19.50

Originally part of a 3x7-inch subscription-only package Wolf Sheep Cabbage, now adrift on its lonesome. Pressed on clear vinyl in letterpress wraps.

HAFLER TRIO

Evidence Pertaining to the Preserver

(Somnimage - som10011) 7-inch $19.50 (Out-of-stock)

Originally part of a 3x7-inch subscription-only package Wolf Sheep Cabbage, now adrift on its lonesome. Pressed on clear vinyl in letterpress wraps.

HAFLER TRIO

Kill The King

(Korm Plastics) Used CD $16.00 (Out-of-stock)

“One of the qualities,” explains Brainwashed, that makes this 1991 release “such a satisfying work is that Andrew McKenzie balances his characteristically aggressive contrarian and experimentalist impulses with massive, sustained, and subliminally buzzing drones and an occasional languorous pulse….” Guests include “a disappeared” (presumed to be John Duncan), “a never was” (ditto Zbigniew Karkowski), and “performance artist / sexologist Annie Sprinkle…, lending her voice to be chopped and mangled into unrecognizability for a cathartic and disquieting mid-song sequence as they are all distilled into either a swirling, quivering shimmer or an ominous rumble…. [T]he accompanying booklet is a masterpiece in its own right, both as a feat of graphic design and as an impenetrable enigma. [W]himsically disquieting pictures, pages of brief evocative text, six seemingly extraneous song titles, and [silver] words [that may] have nothing to do with the music … [come] from a rather curious and alien place, and bear little resemblance at all to the comparatively homogenous commodities released by ‘serious’ musicians that want to be liked…. [T]his album could have emerged from an aborted military experiment to create sound waves that are so vibrant and psychotropic on a microcosmic level that hapless enemy combatants would be unable to do anything but listen intently…. [A]n utterly absorbing and unpredictable release from one of the most twisted and calculating minds in modern music.”