Why has an ambient track been incorporated into the record? What is the purpose of including seemingly unintelligible Spanish verbiage? What kind of composition is this, and what led to my presence here? And most pressing of all, who is responsible for the shooting of Randy Marsh? Answers to these inquiries and more can be found within the pages of our excessively verbose and intricately detailed track-by-track commentary for our latest musical assemblage, 'In the Realm of Allied Barbarians and Tributary Lords.' You have heard correctly! A comprehensive compendium of all that could possibly be known about such a sonic creation is conveniently compiled for your perusal. This opulent offering features supplementary artwork and arcane anecdotes procured from the furthest reaches of the internet. As you immerse yourself in this esoteric exploration of musical compilation, you will undoubtedly experience a range of emotions, from laughter to tears to exasperated exclamations aimed at the heavens. Yet do not despair, devout devotees, for our creative endeavors are far from complete. Indeed, we have amassed a trove of sufficient material in the years 2022 and 2023 to fill a second compilation album. Therefore, remain vigilant, for more aural adventures are sure to come! READ IT HERE
Jungle Cult Terror is back on music cassette via Hyperbeast Records in a hand-numbered edition of 50. Each cassette is transparent neon pink and comes with a Bandcamp download code. For the first time, the complete artwork of Jungle Cult Terror is printed. And as icing on the cake, there are three different versions of the tape: black and white, black on blue and pink on blue. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! To make the music tapes more convenient for you, we made the tapes with both sides playing the entire EP. So you don't have to get up and turn the cassette over. We're just that kind of people. For YOU, everything!
Chistmas is upon us! Spice up your hollidays with 'District Night Prayer'. A brand new compilation from Engram Records featuring spoken word oriented tracks. Gather around the fireplace and listen to schizoid ramblings, tales of mad bravado, and our new track 'The Coppery Taste of Blood and Gore'. An excerpt from an unreleased interview album that contains a strange tale of the uncanny and bizarre. A tale of strange anatomical artifacts of hideous evil encountered by our own Michael van Gore. The perfect meditation for the holidays. Reflect on the ever elusive fabric of reality while stuffing your face with ham! Merry Christmas to all of you out there! Have a great time with your families!
in preperation for Christmas we decided to raffle off two tapes of Unholy Spirits Light Divine amongst our newsletter subscribers.Whoever answered with GIVEAWAY to our newsletter was eligable to win! And it is with great joy to announce the lucky winners. Congratulations to SandroMaiaFJR and Combiner81 who are the lucky winners of the raffle. May the tapes find to you! If YOU are not suscribed to our newsletter - you are missing out! Suscribe for more exclusive giveaways, discounts and other shananigans.
Special shout-out to the anonymous child laborer who decided upon the fate of the winners - may he live to see better days!
as we welcome the season, Engram Record's annual Halloween compilation is upon us. All the ghosts, ghouls and troublesome spirits will once again roam the earth. Troublesome Night 3 promises you an hour-long fight fest featuring the who-is-who of the contemporary underground scene. As annual contributors, we submitted not only one, but two new tracks to scare the pants off of you. 'The Hag of Chemerka River' presents you an ancient Malay ghost story read by Mrs. van Gore. Don't worry, as an English translation is provided for the linguistically challenged. Further, 'Golden Stag Lizard Head' is a new music track that invites you to descent into the jungle, sit around the fire and be afraid of the sun. Now run, dear shopper! Run for thy life, as all hallows eve is running wild upon your town, kampung or unspecified settlement of choice! WHAT WAS THAT!? DID YOU HEAR IT TOO!? IT'S COMING FROM OVER TH...
the time has come again to rise from our tomb and terrorize the local peasantry with a new EP. With Unholy Spirits Light Divine, we give you 30 minutes of infernal ambient and dungeon synth that is very heavy on the violin. For your listening pleasure, the EP is streaming everywhere and is also available as a music cassette here on aoftheh.com. Our deepest thanks to all of you who have bought the release. The first tapes have arrived. Weather Australia or Zimbabwe, our mail girl will find you. This time around, the tape release will be full of goodies. If you are feeling thrifty, subscribe to our mailing list for exclusive discounts and save the night away. May they be cast into an eternal night of horror as we feast upon their heartblood. There will be nothing but hell and damnation for those venturing into the night.
Check out this promo by Stained Hanes of 718TV in good old New York:
We were recently invited for an interview with an up-and-coming music blag called FOLKSODOMIA and or AWANGARDA U KLOSZARDA. In any case, it is a tiny blog about music and art based in Darłowo, Poland. Check it out and follow them on Twitter here. As always, you can find the interview archived in the lore section here. Come to think of it, I have no idea what people eat in Poland. Let's see... buckwheat groats, hoof-shaped potato dumplings, marinated mushrooms, stuffed pork loin, deep-fried yeast dough stuffed with meat or vegetarian filling, roast duck with apples, red beetroot soup. I could get into this. I once heard that they also had an innards soup that you would have to cook for hours. Turns out there is also a pyramid cake, which is awesome. Pyramids have to be the most sinister shape for any baked goods. Also, there is a pastry related holiday called Fat Thursday. Imagine, a Thursday full of pyramid sweet shapes as you rest from conquering a small village. Your men hunger! May they fest for another day of bloodshed. In any case, greetings to Poland. Kisses all around. May duck blood soup fill your days!
Another new track brought to you by Vacuum Noise Recordings. Get it fast and then take it slow! Mr. Vacuum described the track as such: "You walk into a biker bar with a band playing neo-avantjazz noise rock fusion, & then you realize all the bikes are actually made out
of human heads, but it's OK because you're an alien." While we renounce our alien status vehemently, we would totally build a bike from skulls. Human or otherwise. I wouldn't drive mine,
though. I'd open up a small café around it and have it stand there as a conversation piece. Once per month, I'd drop in the to count the money and tell people not to touch it. Every skull would
have a story, though. Like the one in the front was from a guy who got lost in my backyard. Another one would be a Jehovah's Witness who rang my doorbell on a weekend at seven AM. It would be
cool. A cup of black coffee... excuse me, Americano, is eight bucks, though. It is not cheap, but you go there to wear an art appreciation beret and way philosophically to impress girls. So don't
THE TERROR NEVER ENDS! In celebration of our new release, we partnered with Abstract Trauma Recordings to create a cassette version of our new EP. The cassette comes on transparent purple tapes that are forged from the finest purple ebony harvested from critically endangered rhinos and manufactured by the inmates of a Guatemalan insane asylum for pennies on a dime. Some might include death threats, others a desperate cry for help - you'll never know unless you buy one!
in celebration of the bringer of pain, we bring you a brand-new EP that resulted out of a collaboration with a gamelan orchestra. For twenty minutes, all our innards will be laid bare, as we welcome you to our temple of onomatopoetic desires! Be still and set up thy altar with the chalice to the left and the dagger to the right. Sing backwards and weep, for Jungle Cult Terror is upon you! Draw the symbol of sulphur and place it under a red candle, for it is a terrible night to have a curse! While your candle solemnly burns, prepare thyself for a luxurious mixture of gamelan, noise and gentlemanly flavours of black metal. Jungle Cult Terror, a twenty-minute excursion into territories unknown to the ignorant masses. Spit in contempt, exhaust your hatred and lust for their demise. Feel your enemies sicken by the moment in this transfer of negativity, and let it be done!
Armed with just a saxophone, we dare YOU to enter the Chamber of Giants. Will you take the challenge? Will you avenge your father's death? Will
you stop living a life of decadence and bring ruin to the scoundrels that killed him? Will you study the blade to finally hear the words "YOU ARE MY SON" by your father's ghosts just has he
passes on to another realm!? If so, enter the Chamber of Giants and become consul and confidant to ancient dynasties to escape your destitute
life of anxiety and financial ruin. Brought to you by Engram Records, Genealogy 2 showcases 13 artists recreating the first song / composition that inspired them to make music from memory (and
memory alone). We chose to go way back into the year 2008 and to present to you one of the very first pieces of music we made.
A new year is upon us! Let's start this year with a brand-new track called 'Saltwater Hum' for Abstract Trauma Recordings. Listen and hear our prophecy! The moon will rise in full over the high mountains. With eyes to the south, the new sage sees it: disciples invited to become immortal, their hands folded, their bodies in the fire. Honey, more precious than candle wax. Eat in despair! The sun will burn, and the shining seas will boil. And with a mighty clamor, they will rise from the briny clandestine kingdoms to wage war against us - the surface dwellers. To reclaim what is theirs and theirs alone! For gravity is the curse of the earth and not its blessing. After being driven underground by their creators thousands of years ago, during the Great Cataclysm. They settled in the damp and dark bowls of the earth, hidden in the endless depths of the oceans. Alone with the darkness to let their hatred fester and grow. Will you survive the horrors of 2022? And if so, what will be left of you?
More drama - more drone! Next year we will finally start dropping physical releases. In the meantime, we're kicking things off with a compilation! Boutique label Difficult Art And Music has
selected our track "Drama at Spirit Lake" for their contemporary drone compilation titled "Everything Lasts Forever And Nothing Ever Dies: a compendium of Drone in all its guises". The
compilation is available as a digital release on Bandcamp, but also on gorgeous magnetic cassettes! The label specializes in "short-lived, research-oriented art objects" and felt the need to
throw some AoftheH into the mix, because big drama + big drone = big brain!
The tape is limited to 25 copies and comes with a research magazine and art print! Get it while it's hot! Operators are standing by! Go deep, go BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR))))))))))))))) and vibrate through the winter with Anatomy of the Heads and Everything Lasts Forever And Nothing Ever Dies. OUT NOW on MC via Difficult Art And Music.
Hello, students. School has begun. The Summer is over. I, am in command. *GROANING* What was that? For that little outburst, each and every one of you will spend 3 hours in detention,
today, immediately after school, in the basement! ...What do you think you’re doing? Anatomy of the Heads? What kind of a man desecrates a defenseless text book?! I’ve got a good mind to slap
your fat face! You are destroying your life with that...that...that garbage! Alright, MISTER HEADS! I want you to tell me... No, better yet, STAND UP and tell the class - What do you wanna do
with your life?!
I wanna rock and roll all night and study the taxonomy of ants. For it contains the secret of life and death. Once, I have penetrated its secret I will reach my final form and produce the finest of royal jelly! From ancient pyramids undisturbed by your meddling civilizations, my brood will rise and lay waste upon the city of man! And it is only them, the conquering master race of ants that will decide if you shall be consumed or enslaved to work in the sugar mines until your feeble life runs out. ...and now YOU can do the same! With our new track "On the Fusion of Ants" on VACUUM NOISE RECORDS 2021 SUMMER COMPILATION! The perfect soundtrack for oppressive indoor heat, swamp ass and Capri Sun in your lunch bags.
It's that time again! Two years have passed since Triptych Terror Oriente, and now we're back with another offering of sprawling and squiggly jazz rock. 35 minutes of dense vegetation, man-eating plants, carnivorous beats and other strange growths. The perfect soundtrack for this time of oppressive summer heat. As promised, we also managed to open our jaws and add vocals. But beware, this is no simple rehash of our debut An Adoration in Prayer and Ritual. Banishment is a new stage in our musical development, with plenty of new influences added. Check back in the coming days for more information on the album, reviews and bonus materials.
In the meantime, check out some promotional videos:
The fine people over at I Heart Noise were interested in the thought process behind the creation of our new album A Banishment of Bloodshed and Superstition and handed us a mic to share our thoughts track-by-track. You can read the article online at their website or head over to the tongue. You will hear tall tales of tiger sharks, man-eating plants and deadly bacteria. Definitely not for the faint of heart. Your heartblood will run dry as your heart ruptures from fright. You will die fused to the computer and unable to escape your destiny. As rigor mortis sets in, whatever is left of your consciousness will dissolve into the eather and the last sensation you will be able to perceive is the gnawing feeling that you have been had.
It is time! Awaken from your dreamless slumber and venture to the gardens of whirlpools and nymphs. Thread lightly and remain unseen or though shall be smitten by their gaze. Run. The ordeal has only begun. Once you pass the wetland's dangerous curves and salacious appetites, you will hear a call to adventure from every which way you chose. Ignore these apparitions! Go forth boldly! Ignore their cries for help, their tall tales of fire and brimstone - these are nothing but flying fancies and wishful fantasies. You know where you have to be...
Ladies and gentlemen, we are talking about TWITCH. The final frontier. Hidden deep within the bowls of TWITCH stand's the Temple of the Headless Blood Idol, and it hungers for you. Come one come all! On Saturday the 18th of September at 6:30 PM PT /9:30 PM ET. Tere is will be muzak, videos and your favorite obscure internet music weirdos. Don't worry though, for us, It is just a video show, and you can find all the videos on our YouTube channel, but we will be there throughout the shown in the chat! You may discover something you like, though.
Hear ye! Hear ye! From the oppressive gray lands of soviet Germany comes a piece of tropical escapism. Put on the headphone and let the guard dogs bark. Let the guilty perish and sacrifice 63% of your income to THE GREATER GOOD! YES, THE GREATER GOOD. INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS CAN BE OVERRULED FOR THE GREATER GOOD! JA! JA! But this is not time to rant, This is about life and our friend Engram Records. This compilation marks his third anniversary, and we are charmed to be part of it. For his birthday we teamed up with a masked stranger by the name of stained hanes (stylized in lower case to add to his urbane and nonchalant persona) who is doing the vocals. We don't know what he is saying, because we don't speak a lick of Spanish.
On the compilation it is mysteriously called Culto Del Diabolo - maybe because there is no love for cannibals? Maybe cannibals killed Engram Record's father and raped his mother. We will ask him, but will keep the answer a secret. Such is the island way.
Did you know that the body of a girl was recently found in the lake of a quiet mountain town? The lake is said to have been an ancient ritual site to pagan gods. You just know that the Feds are going to be all over this one. The investigation will go nowhere, and will be guided by nothing but a gut feeling and clues received in bizarre dreams that reveal the networks of secrets and mysteries surrounding the town. Brought to YOU by Sounds For The Soul Records on their second volume of a dark ambient compilation, this organ-driven piece might just lull you in with its surreal tone, and eerie atmosphere. Make sure to check out the whole compilation for all your dark ambient needs! You just know that a little escapism is just what you need!
We know you have been HODL'ing! Let the percussion of precious metals rejuvenate your tired and downtrodden entrepreneurial spirit amidst the twin horror of government intervention and corporatism. Our drums of bronze, brass and iron will beat all night to appease the gods of finance. The graph will go up, and you will be able to afford that gold-plated yacht. Say it with us: "Martin Shkreli did nothing wrong." It is not a matter of if, but only a question of when!
This time, our ritual of fiscal responsibility haunts the Midnight Radio Compilation #106. Make sure to check out the whole compilation for a who's who of the contemporary noise
underground. With its epic runtime, this massive compilation is guaranteed to fill your lazy afternoons with beeps and boops, screams and moaning and other phenomena from the edge of
Look at it! LOOK AT IT! We went all out on the wrap-around cover for TQ#45 because they gave us a huge special with a lengthy interview. We discussed the important questions of our times, like "Why is Anatomy of the Heads so cool?" and "How come Michael van Gore's raw animal sexuality delights women around the globe?" Needless to say, the answer to these philosophical questions are beyond words and can only be passed in silence. But words were spoken nonetheless. Words that touched upon some background, our mystical side, and some monkey business going through that world of ours. Unfortunately, this time there won't be a Tongue release of this interview, because they want you to actually buy the magazine. But fear not, dear listener, to make it up to you as this picture comes with a give-away: Find Waldo and count the swastikas to win a cookie!
Lo and behold, the night of the headless blood idol is upon us! The island kingdom of Kiribati pays homage to its altars! Our tribute to their caress of the airwaves is "The Sensation of Mighty Bad Rum", a reverie of temptation and overindulgence. Let this feast of gluttonous eclecticism enchant you with light sedation and poor coordination. Let it be a reminder of purple yesterdays and brighter tomorrows. Let the pleasant headache of intoxication take over and feed your delusions of depression, coma and death. Can you hear the siren's song in the distance? Can you hear her crying in ecstatic loneliness and longing? Then you should know that you have had enough! Dare to join her and your death shall seal the fate between our peoples in blood. Peace for the war drums and eternal life for the rest of us.
You know, back in 2005 there was a storm brewing in some underground dwellers' basement shop, and we asked some guy: What's your name? (What's your name?), Who's your daddy? (Who's your daddy?) (Is he rich) Is he rich like me? Has he taken any time to show you what you need to live? …and just like that, war broke out. We just got off the Ferris wheel when I spotted some tanks at two o’clock, needless to say we dropped the bomb on them and returned to the log ride just in time before it closed. As it turned out later, a bunch of oxen can look like tanks on a moonless night. We were awarded the medal of honor and retired then and there, vowing to get them boys out there in the fields that slipping slide they have always dreamed about. Danforth wanted it more than anybody, but he bled out just one day before retirement in some massage pallor in Saigon. The waste. It is a shitshow, I tell you. For more incoherent and foggy war stories, check out the current issue of Six In The Heads where our own Michael van Gore nerds out about torture elves in space and bug people.
DOWNLOAD THE ZINE HERE or head over to THE TONGUE to read just the article
Are you tired of watching your cryptocurrency portfolio all day? Do you want a value you can see, touch and even hold dear? We hear you! This epic meditation on bronze, brass, and iron, reflects on the relationship between floating exchange rates and the tyranny of aging, and gives YOU the confidence to invest in physical precious metals today. With the recent nosedive of the US dollar, even us island folk see the grim reaper of hyperinflation on the horizon. So don't hesitate! Let our frantic gamelan destroy whatever filthy habits reign in your post-modern gutter brain and be reborn as a fiscally responsible adult with a gold-plated yacht in the next 5-10 years at a presumed monthly growth rate of 30%. And yes, this is a departure from our usually mellow selves, but in the words of Martin Shkreli "Ooh, baby, I like it raw. Yeah, baby, I like it raw. Shimmy, shimmy, ya. Shimmy yam. Shimmy yay."
Hacked, slashed, silenced with a machete, slain with an axe, chained to a boulder and buried alive
the banishment of bloodshed and superstition takes its course.
Yet, they fear the lightning bolt of resurrection!
let us start 2021 with a BANG! It is that time again! In the hearts of cruel megacities men exit work and enter the remnants of a bygone era. Drunk on moonlight, they slip into purple reveries. Emerald fantasies bejewel their minds and enrapture their souls. Bedazzled they ask: „Is this all there is?“
Suddenly! An idea emerges! An escape! A return to reality! A way home! And so they look, wonder and long for: A Banishment of Bloodshed and Superstition! Anatomy of the Heads sophomore album set for release on August the 22nd of 2021! Based on a series of declassified CIA experiments that aim to induce amnesia through the use of pulsed microwaves, A Banishment of Bloodshed and Superstition promises to bring YOU, in a non-legally binding way, a pilgrimage through dense vegetation of explosive jazz-rock. Follow the light of the blood moon and come home!