SIMON WICKHAM-SMITH / RICHARD YOUNGS

5 Years

(VHF) Used CD $8.00

Five ten-minute tracks recorded a year apart, all of which reflect the duo’s long-established signature mix of “real human” instrumental expression and explosive musique concrète sensibility. “2002” starts with several minutes of looped snippets building up subtle patterns as they slide in and out of phase, changing to a tremulous chord organ driven section. “2003” starts with a drastically filtered base of hand drumming, with full-on hand-on-the-knob tweaking, before giving way to an over the top fuzz organ solo that sounds like Mike Ratledge on 200 rpm. “2004” is a throwback of ululating Metallic-Sonatas-era noise. “2005” is based on electronically treated percussion, the sparest and most minimal track of the bunch. “2006” finishes where we started, with a baffling electronic test pattern drone that segues into a section of beautiful, weird ambience. Sealed

SIMON WICKHAM-SMITH

Butterfly Dust

(VHF) Used CD $8.00

A strikingly intimate solo performance on organ, voice, Peruvian reed, and Dijeridu, combining virtuosity and exploratory improvisation in gorgeous Australian dronescapes.

SIMON WICKHAM-SMITH / RICHARD YOUNGS

Enedkeg

(Majora) Used LP $10.00 (Out-of-stock)

An ambitious collaboration from 1996, one of the duo's finest, exploring abstraction, the scary darkness of industrialized ambiance, and elusive spiritual vibes. They get there via otherworldly drones, tinkling floatation, sidereal hisses, hellish moans, cryptic tides, flashing metallic clangor, and organ-like drone.

SIMON WICKHAM-SMITH / RICHARD YOUNGS

Red And Blue Bear

(VHF) Used CD $3.00

A simple, charming children’s story (included in the 20-page color booklet) written, illustrated and, on the CD, performed by R!&S! Anglo-folky laments, bizarre improv, Casio madness, found sounds.

SIMON WICKHAM-SMITH

Two4dancin

(Celebrate Psi Phenomenon - 1006) Used CD $5.00 (Out-of-stock)

This 2004 disc explodes with exquisite textures capable of blissfully enveloping daily life and driving one’s neighbors batty. An infinite block-rocking beat melts into deep transparency, revealing a subterranean omniverse of Casiotone mantras, silicon chip psalms, and the mystical babbling of angels and derelict gutter drunks. Think Steve Reich, 50 Cent, and a Buddhist throat-singing Devo.