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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

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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!

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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!

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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...

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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 complain.

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!

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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!

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.

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 music. 

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.

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Attention shoppers,
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!