Having trouble viewing this email? Go to othermusic.com/2012september13update.html

   
   September 13, 2012  
       
   
     
 
 
FEATURED NEW RELEASES
The xx
Alvarius B.
David Byrne & St. Vincent
Thee Oh Sees
The Raveonettes
Bernard Parmegiani
Xian Orphic
Cult of Youth
Janka Nabay & the Bubu Gang
Bailterspace
 
NOW ON VINYL
Tully
F. J. McMahon


All of this week's new arrivals.
Follow us on Facebook: facebook.com/othermusicnyc
Follow us on Twitter: twitter.com/othermusic

 
         
   
   
   
   
   
       
   
 
 
SEP Sun 09 Mon 10 Tues 11 Wed 12 Thurs 13 Fri 14 Sat 15





  WIN TICKETS TO THE JOSHUA LIGHT SHOW WITH TERRY RILEY & GYLAN RILEY
This is the kind of event that should make you glad to be a New Yorker (or make you want to move here) -- NYU's Skirball Center presents the legendary minimalist composer Terry Riley, one of Other's absolute all-star artists, in collaboration with his son, the guitarist Gyan Riley, for a plugged-in evening of keyboards and guitars billed as "East Meets West," with accompanying visuals from none other than the iconic Joshua Light Show, perhaps the most important visualist in the history of live music. This truly psychedelic live light show defined the classic Fillmore East and the stage shows of many of the biggest names in '60s rock, and has been immortalized in film (Midnight Cowboy) and museum shows (Tate Liverpool, Centre Pompidou, MOCA, etc.) ever since. We have a pair of tickets to this exciting performance and to enter, email tickets@othermusic.com. Click here for a full listing of Joshua Light Show events happening throughout the rest of this week, with an incredible line-up of artists.

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 14
NYU SKIRBALL CENTER: 566 LaGuardia Place at Washington Square, NYC

     
 
   
   
 
 
SEP Sun 09 Mon 10 Tues 11 Wed 12 Thurs 13 Fri 14 Sat 15
  Sun 16 Mon 17 Tues 18 Wed 19 Thurs 20 Fri 21 Sat 22


Mono
  ENTER FOR LE POISSON ROUGE TICKETS
Our friends at Le Poisson Rouge are graciously offering a pair of tickets each to two shows this weekend that are sure to be of interest to many of you. On Friday, Japanese post-rockers Mono hit the city in support of their excellent new For My Parents LP, with Chris Brokaw opening the show, and on Sunday, Mount Eerie will be at the West Village club with Loren Connors supporting. To enter, email giveaway@othermusic.com and list the show you'd like to see in the subject header.

MONO & CHRIS BROKAW - FRIDAY, SEPT. 14
MOUNT EERIE & LOREN CONNORS - SUNDAY, SEPT. 16
LE POISSON ROUGE: 158 Bleecker St. NYC

     
 
   
   
 
 
SEP Sun 16 Mon 17 Tues 18 Wed 19 Thurs 20 Fri 21 Sat 22




  GRIZZLY BEAR & BAND OF HORSES RECORD LISTENING PARTIES AT OTHER MUSIC
We have a pair of in-store listening events next week for a pair of great new albums. First up, on Monday the 17th, stop by the shop to hear Shields, the much-anticipated new album from Grizzly Bear, pick up your copy (on the eve of the official release date), snag a poster or some other cool promo items, and grab a snack and a drink courtesy of Warp Records.

And the next day, Tuesday the 18th, Band of Horses' latest, Mirage Rock, drops and to celebrate we will be spinning the album in the shop and we hope you will join us! You can buy the record, get your swag on, and enter to win an exclusive test pressing of the vinyl or an LP jacket autographed by the band.

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 17: GRIZZLY BEAR
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18: BAND OF HORSES
OTHER MUSIC: 15 E. 4th St. NYC
Both Listening Parties are 6 p.m. to 8 p.m.
All Ages | Free Admission
     
 
   
   
   
   
   
       
   

 

 

     
 

$12.99
CD

Buy

$16.99 LP+MP3

Buy

$9.99 MP3

Buy

  THE XX
Coexist
(Young Turks)

"Chained"
"Tides"

I don't think anyone had ever expected the xx to blow up from a quiet, unassuming band with one of 2009's most memorable albums into the credible cultural juggernaut they've since become. They remain firmly, equally footed as beloved darlings of contemporary indie culture, yet at the same time have inconspicuously sulked in the shadows of some of pop music's most recent hits, notably Drake's Take Care, Rihanna's Talk That Talk, and Shakira's Sale El Sol via extensive samples and interpolations of xx material, or in Shakira's case, a flat-out cover of "Islands" from their debut. That debut struck a chord with a huge amount of people, and anyone who's attended one of their shows knows that they manage to turn even a giant, cavernous venue like NYC's Terminal 5 into an intimate night out, with nearly everyone singing along to every word, establishing a connection to such a vast audience via the music's own intimacy and minimal, spacious landscapes. When word hit that they'd been working on a follow-up, the question on many minds was simply, "What do they do next?" and furthermore, would they be able to retain that same intimate quality while moving forward without rehashing the magic of the debut?

Expectations have been ludicrously, almost unfairly high for this album, but I'm happy to report that to my ears, this is no sophomore slump. On Coexist, they made the wise choice not to do a stylistic about-face, but instead sharpen their focus on the elements of the debut that made it a standout while flexing the muscle gained from two years of relentless touring. The shadows are darker, yet the emotional light shines brighter simultaneously, and each member displays giant growth as a performer; bassist Oliver Sim and guitarist Romy Madley-Croft's vocals in particular are more confident, more in control, and as a result express greater depth in delivering the tales of relationships' peaks and pitfalls. Where they once sounded somewhat twee and precious, they now simmer with a brooding intensity that personifies the shift from anxious, boiling anguish into a cool, consigned acceptance of adulthood. The other big change is producer/beatmaster Jamie Smith's more nuanced arrangements; where on the first album, he set up basic anchors for the tunes, his rhythms here are more complex while retaining the simplicity of the debut's production. There's also a stronger kinetic push to many of the songs; while they aren't necessarily dancefloor friendly, they pulsate with greater force and more detailed texture. Many of the tracks shuffle and pump with a flickering lamplight swing akin to some of the best beats on Burial's Untrue, hinting at memories of intense nights out rather than mapping them out in the present. The album doesn't necessarily go for big pop hooks, but rather sequences songs into suites that rely more on texture and the interplay between instruments and Sim and Madley-Croft's strong voices.

On the whole, Coexist is a very solid follow-up that should leave many longtime fans satisfied, as it displays a highly mastered concentration of what people have come to love about the band. I consider it a top contender for my personal Album of the Year, and am already beginning to rate it higher than the debut. It's a more mature, more subtle record that doesn't reach out and grab you, and for some, its lack of jump-out hooks may disappoint, but that never really was what the band was about. The xx, to me, has always been about three best friends growing and learning together, and documenting those times on record for us to be able to connect with and relate to. Let's face it, many of us as listeners have also changed in the three years since the debut, and either rehashing the past or failing to acknowledge its existence would be a foolish idea in poor taste. The xx have made the right move and have given us one of the best albums of the year. Embrace the intensity. [IQ]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

$15.99
CD

Buy

  ALVARIUS B.
Alvarius B.
(Abduction)

"Cooking with Satan"
"Flying Skillet"

Maybe only Sun City Girls fanatics were hip to the existence of two self-titled Alvarius B. releases. It came as a surprise to most of us here, who were aware of the instrumental effort released by Alan Bishop back in 1994. This second self-titled came out on Abduction in 1998, in a vinyl-only edition of 400 copies, and was quickly swallowed up by rabid collectors upon its release. Bishop has approached this project rather gingerly ever since, having released just two albums since (2005's incredible Blood Operatives of the Barium Sunset, and 2011's ultra-limited Baroque Primitiva). But even with those releases in mind, little can prepare listeners for the barrage of piercing acoustic guitar abuse and conspiracy theories packed into 1998's s/t, reissued here for the first time. Its 45 tracks, drawn out across 97 minutes, feel dizzying to approach, even a few songs at a time, and actually seem to provide some sort of physical rush by the end. This is music that could easily mutate softer minds, and is the ultimate rusty nail jutting out from the SCG's satellite body of work. Imagine reading through 20GB of Web-based rants, framed for and against the collusion of powers outside of our better understanding, and after each page, you down a shot of vinegar. Picture the recent harsh folk nail-rippers of Bill Orcutt, only with the music dialed back a bit and all of the anger and wildness pored into that end redirected into a mountain of jagged lyrics, and you're only somewhat close to what this nightmarish masterwork has to offer. [DM]

 
         
   
   
   
   
   
   

 

 

     
 

$13.99
CD

Buy

$16.99 LP+MP3

Buy

$9.99 MP3

Buy

  DAVID BYRNE & ST. VINCENT
Love This Giant
(4AD)

"Who"
"Lazarus"

It probably won't come as a surprise that David Byrne and Annie Clark are admirers of each other's music; despite their age difference and the many disparities in their catalogues, there is obvious commonality in their mannered nerd-cool aesthetics and precise professionalism. Clark has said this is the first time that she has ever really written music with someone else -- what a way to start! -- and though both are credited with songwriting on nearly every track, the bulk of the creative work on Love This Giant occurred in isolation, the collaboration happening at a distance as the two sent ideas and musical sketches back and forth via the Internet. As such, there are St. Vincent songs here and David Byrne songs there, with the unifying force being the backing musicians; in the thank-you's of the credits, Byrne shouts out everyone from the Dirty Dozen Brass Band to the Hypnotic Brass Ensemble and the Horny Horns, and Clark thanks the Dap-Kings. Yet even though the bottom-heavy horn arrangements will define this record, the "sound" of Love This Giant is hard to pin down -- horn-heavy and "funky," but with a slightly sterile quality that fits into the overall themes of the emotional distance and isolation that many of the lyrics are built around. And in the end, the horns that drive most of these tracks sound more conservatory-trained than back-room-bawdy, and the drum programming by John Congleton (who also co-produced the record) connects more with the head than the hips.

There are still plenty of moments of emotional honesty and artistic clarity popping up throughout, and when things really click -- like on set-opening "Who," where Clark's snake-charmer vocal hook neatly offsets Byrne's paranoid chant -- there is truly magic in the grooves. While one might have hoped that Love This Giant could have pushed these artists into bold new territories, perhaps this is mostly a meeting of a mutual appreciation society, too comfortable or reverent to really challenge or surprise. I'm not sure how much of a new audience that this record will bring to Byrne or Clark, but it's an easy album to like (though maybe hard to love), with more than enough highpoints to satisfy committed fans of either artist. [JM]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

$12.99
CD

Buy

$14.99 LP+MP3

Buy

  THEE OH SEES
Putrifiers II
(In the Red)

"Hang a Picture"
"Goodnight Baby"

We've really been treated to some fantastic garage rock records this year, from White Fence's two-part opus back in May, to last week's Fresh & Onlys' release, to the fierceness that is Ty Segall's Slaughterhouse. Now comes the fourteenth album by California contemporaries Thee Oh Sees -- the ever-prolific act led by John Dwyer and backed by a constantly rotating cast of musicians. Dwyer's consciousness has not grown tired of recording since Oh Sees' inception in the late-'90s, and this batch of tracks finds the band continuing to push their psychedelic drones in a new direction. Putrifiers II is a flowing collection of soundscapes, which rolls in with a face-melting, three-chord tide of shredding guitars and evolves into a medley of driving melodies, string arrangements, and horns backing Dwyer's sugary falsetto. Particular highlights here are the Velvet Underground-esque "So Nice," the twisting guitar- and deranged synth-fueled "Lupine Dominus," and above all the '60s pop-inspired "Goodnight Baby" -- a sunbathed daydream lodged somewhere in between the Byrds and the Seeds. The leisurely vibes of Oh Sees make it difficult to part with summer, but perhaps we can still hang on to these last few carefree beach days with Putrifiers II blasting loud. [ACo]
 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

$11.99
CD

Buy

$14.99 LP+MP3

Buy

$9.99 MP3

Buy

  THE RAVEONETTES
Observator
(Vice)

"Young and Cold"
"She Owns the Street"

Seven albums into their career, the Raveonettes might not be the most talked-about Danish band on American soil anymore (Iceage seems to have stolen that thunder), but the duo is still finding ways to change their sound in positive, intriguing ways. Observator is a significant shift from the Gothic gloom of Raven in the Grave, the general confusion of In and Out of Control, and the fuzz majesty of Lust Lust Lust; what's more, Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo have accomplished this from altogether standard means: writing songs on a piano. The first half of this short, sweet album finds the group charging through a few different styles: stark, anthemic, acoustic folk on opener "Young and Cold," and plaintive, piano-led "Observations," and the sort of drum machine-led grinder the band is somewhat known for in "Curse the Night" (albeit slower and more deliberately melodic than what you might expect). The rest of the record snaps into place after that, half a dozen loving remembrances of the Paisley Underground, propelled through the super-attenuated signal and crackling fuzz you'd anticipate from the Raveonettes. Here is where the album finds its footing, one of the most realized and satisfying sets of their career. "She Owns the Streets" comes off as Mirage-era Fleetwood Mac shot through with 1982 Sunset Strip charms, like Michael Quercio stepped in for Lindsey Buckingham, while "Till the End" sounds like it could have been released on Creation in the mid-'80s, bursting with 12-string choruses and boundless, tuneful abandon. Far from a dead end, Observator should satisfy longtime fans as well as invite new ones to an oft-maligned, consistently worthwhile catalogue of songs. [DM]

 
         
   
   
   
   
   
   

 

 

     
 

$22.99
CD

Buy

  BERNARD PARMEGIANI
L'Œil écoute / Dedans-Dehors
(Recollection GRM)

When Editions Mego announced that in addition to their Ideologic Organ and Spectrum Spools imprints they were also initiating a label dedicated to reissuing entries from France's ineffable electronic composition studio, INA-GRM (Institut National Audiovisuel, Groupe de Recherches Musicales), we couldn't have been more thrilled. The Paris-based studio defined electronic music when it was founded in 1951 by composer Pierre Schaeffer and it was home to some of the 20th century's most audacious electronic music composers, be they Schaeffer, Pierre Henry, Luc Ferrari, or Bernard Parmegiani. It's safe to say that avant-garde electronic music as we know it (be it Aphex Twin, Autechre, Actress, Fennesz, Oneohtrix Point Never, Jim O'Rourke, Animal Collective, etc.) are deeply indebted to the work that emanated from their studios. This label's first two releases were outstanding, reissuing Schaeffer's last composition as well as the work of heretofore-unknown to us Guy Reibel, but now the label really bowls us over with this Parmegiani reissue. For decades, Parmegiani has been downright visionary in his deployment of abstract electronic sounds. And this LP is a doozy. The first side comes from a 1970 composition that was the soundtrack of an experimental video entitled The Eye Hears and it's borderline hallucinatory: laser sounds turn into swarms of flies into drones into blissed-out passages into bizarre netherworlds of sound. Side two dates from 1977 and is more electronic and kinetic, but this is some prime, synapse-sizzling stuff from INA-GRM and we're grateful to have our scalps peeled back by this one. [AB]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

$21.99
LP

Buy

  XIAN ORPHIC
Xian Orphic
(Pre-Cert)

It's been a blast uncovering the mysteries behind the Pre-Cert label, a UK concern run by legendary record sourcer/selector Andy Votel and his compatriots Sean Canty and Miles Whittaker, both of Demdike Stare. The music they've released on this imprint thus far (by artists Apple Head, N.Racker, David Orphan, Slant Azymuth) has had very little common ground between editions, though all seems destined for immortalization within the movies of their creators' minds. Xian Orphic is, to my estimation, another Votel solo project, but one far removed from the chilling, experimental folk horror of Pre-Cert project Anworth Kirk. As Xian Orphic, Votel weaves record samples with his own contributions on synthesizer (we can only guess -- there are no credits) across five arresting compositions, the best of which ("Pastoral Phrixus") makes for the ultimate in horror score platitudes, all hot-running synth and guitar loops placed at a dangerous impasse between warring factions of musique concrete. It seems like the next logical step in the heretofore lockstep copying of '80s horror soundtrack styles, and surprising that no one else had attempted anything like it sooner. Thankfully the entire album manages to capture the appeal of this one track, Votel proving again that he is one of the top appreciators and recontextualizers of extant music in the Western world. As with most Pre-Cert titles, this one's limited to 500 vinyl copies, so those of you looking to get your head blown might want to step on it, pronto. [DM]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

$12.99
CD

Buy

$15.99 LP+MP3

Buy

$9.99 MP3

Buy

  CULT OF YOUTH
Love Will Prevail
(Sacred Bones)

"Prince of Peace"
"The Gateway"

Recorded in a "home" studio tucked into band leader Sean Ragon's Heaven Street record shop in Brooklyn, Cult of Youth's second full-length on Sacred Bones is all at once richer and more intimate than last year's self-titled album. With Ragon handling almost all of the instruments (except for drums and violin), the Pogues and Billy Bragg-esque protest stomp of his earlier recordings remains, still filtered through a dark neo-folk lens projecting the influences of Current 93 and Death and June, but the streamlined gothic flourish of those records is now expanded, Cult of Youth utilizing a wider array of horns and heavier tribal percussion in some songs to lend an overall more boiling, feverish, art-punk semblance. Ragon's lyrics conjure the spirits of many a British poet, with lofty literate tomes filling each track with the musty phantoms of Blake and Milton. This is not a dark, apocalyptic Swans record, however, even album title Love Will Prevail suggests lofty optimism and a shining light at the end of the tunnel -- granted, wherever that tunnel opens up is anyone's guess. From the guitar-blaze melancholy on "Prince of Peace" to the combative punk of "Path of Total Freedom," a certain driving tension remains a constant throughout, Ragon ushering in a new age of Utopia in these ten vivid and virile tracks. [MF]
 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

$13.99
CD

Buy

$19.99 LP

Buy

$9.99 MP3

Buy

  JANKA NABAY & THE BUBU GANG
En Yay Sah
(Luaka Bop)

"Feba"
"Ro Lungi"

It's sorta funny to say this, but one of the most exciting new African bands out there right now comes from Brooklyn. Well, that's not entirely true, but Janka Nabay & the Bubu Gang are one of the more energetic and fun groups on festival stages at the moment, even if Janka is the lone African of the ensemble. Hailing from Sierra Leone, Nabay rose to stardom in his home country in the early '90s by updating an old folk music known as "bubu." He sold tens of thousands of cassettes in his homeland and sold out sports stadiums before civil war tore the nation down. Nabay left his homeland in 2002 to live in the United States, working through low-level jobs before a DJ in 2008 played Janka's music on the radio and wondered where he might have disappeared to. Nabay performed solo at Zebulon, soon recruiting a Syrian singer and the bartender/ drummer to his cause, and now his gang numbers members of Skeletons as well as former White Magic/ Gang Gang Dance/ Highlife guitarist Doug Shaw. His first album for Luaka Bop is a headrush of a record, kinetic and uplifting and body-moving, even when you can sense the mal du pays Nabay still feels for his country. An exciting debut. [AB]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

$17.99
CD

Buy

$27.99 LP

Buy

  BAILTERSPACE
Strobosphere
(Fire)

"Things That We Found"
"Blue Star"

Time marches on, and nowhere is that more apparent than in the fact that the members of Bailterspace have been slugging away at playing the noisiest of noise rock for over 30 years. Alister Parker and Brent MacLachlan cut their teeth in the abrasive, doomy environment of the Gordons, back in their homeland of New Zealand at the dawn of the '80s. Having released two LPs and an incredible single in "Future Shock," the band ground its gears down to nothing before reforming as Bailter Space (and having cycled through such Kiwi luminaries as the Clean's Hamish Kilgour and the Terminals' Ross Humphries), refining their approach from the swinging thresher you'd expect from a Birthday Party or Scientists to a more mechanized, colder, thoughtful approach that would extend itself to fit comfortably between alternative, shoegaze and noise rock. The band moved around to Europe, then ultimately to NYC in the '90s, with a career-defining three-album run on Matador Records. This was followed up with two more CDs on the Turnbuckle label, where the group was briefly labelmates with Oneida, but when that deal dried up, the band went on extended hiatus. Now, 13 years after their last full-length, they appear again, as if dreamt up by some wistful fan, to make their best album since 1993's Robot World, and one of the finest releases of 2012.

It's always been tough to classify exactly what Bailterspace had set out to do, but in the creation of dour planes of sheer noise set to a driving beat and an oft-aggressive melancholy, there is no equal to their sound. Owing a bit of debt to the fields of dissonance sown by Sonic Youth, Bailter Space quickly rose to the occasion and built something more out of it, with a drive that many of the bands on their axis failed to reproduce. Surely in their heyday there were few groups that played at the level of teeth-gritting, wax-loosening volume which they strove to reproduce in live sets, where even their drummer had a pad loaded up with guitar riffs and piercing noise. Strobosphere picks up on all those characteristics, and if the band is playing a little bit more slowly these days, it's not at the sake of their deafening internal logic. The atmosphere set up across these 11 new songs is one of lasting power, layered chords, and half-said vocals that make you dig down beneath the surface to evince their meaning. Opener "Things That We Found" instantly frontloads all the downer vibes of the Interpol catalogue in full, removing any bits of fashion or fame and returning the feeling to its rightful owners. From there on, amidst some too-quick fadeouts, the band quickly re-establishes itself as the force they once were, and may always be. Theirs is a language of concise, powerful moves, spoken carefully with massive bass rumbles and a linear matrix of dissonance atop. We've been missing music like this for some time, in favor of more straightforward rock 'n' roll built atop a pop placebo. Be thankful that it's returned. [DM]

 
         
   
       
   

 

 

     
 

$17.99
LP

Buy

  TULLY
Sea of Joy OST
(Chapter Music)

You know you're not dealing with a typical surf movie soundtrack when you find the band members all wearing coats on the back sleeve of the album. The music bears your initial hunch correct; the sounds contained could not be any further from the sun-dappled harmonies and carefree summer bliss you've long associated with the genre. It's simply on another level, one that is deeper, more spiritual, and which more accurately reflects the power and magnitude of the ever-shifting ebb and flow of coastal waters.

Paul Witzig's 1972 film Sea of Joy, to which this music was made to accompany, wasn't really a typical surf film to begin with. It has long been considered a cult classic due to the commentary-less, free floating and communal vibe Witzig conjured, in stark contrast to the typically aggressive and hot action of most surf films of the era. When Witzig approached the Australian rock group Tully about scoring the movie they were one of the biggest acts on the continent, known for their hard rocking head music and psychedelic light shows. However, they'd just come off a tour with Extradition, a legendary psych-folk group whose album Hush happens to be an all time Other Music fave. Musical sympathy developed, and both groups became heavily influenced by the teachings of Indian guru Meher Baba, who took a vow of silence from 1925 until his death in the late sixties, and who coined the phrase "Don't worry, be happy." They subsequently merged into one group, shed the drummer, changed their name to Tully the Second, and henceforth became much more introspective in nature.

They created an absolutely beguiling soundtrack, one that flows effortlessly from track to track, with mellow organs and maracas providing the initial propulsion, before veering into roiling and intense passages that suggest the earlier incarnation of Tully. Extradition vocalist Colin Campbell drops in on a couple of tracks to deliver a beautiful melody or two the likes of which you only usually ever find on an early John Cale or John Martyn record. Gorgeous! [MK]
 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

$14.99
LP

Buy

  F. J. MCMAHON
Spirit of the Golden Juice
(Accent)

"Sister Brother"
""Black Night Woman"

This long lost masterpiece of forlorn Americana, Viet Nam veteran F.J. McMahon's sole 1969 release, Spirit of the Golden Juice, is now available on vinyl. The golden juice he's referring to in the title is apparently I.W. Harper bourbon, which he claimed in an interview was the "fuel of the times," but this record is far from being a booze-fueled party. Instead, what McMahon does here, song after song, is masterfully conjure the early morning fade-out and dissipation Kristofferson wrote about in "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down." The entire vibe of this album is simply undeniable, not overly depressing yet still filled with a world-weariness that I can't help but find utterly compelling. It's also extremely interesting to hear an album about the Viet Nam experience and its aftermath from someone who actually lived it, as opposed to having simply protested it as so many '60s folk-singers did. I've had this album for years and it's one I truly never get tired of, and as far as I'm concerned sits very near the top of the pile in the so-called "loner folk" genre. [MK]
 
         
   
       
   
         
  All of this week's new arrivals.

Previous Other Music Updates.

Visit www.othermusic.com.

PHONE ORDERS

Phone orders are accepted at
(212) 477-8150 (ext. #2, mailorder) Mon-Fri, Noon - 7pm EST

EMAIL
For general inquiries or other information please email sales@othermusic.com. Do not reply to this message.

REMOVE
This is an automated list. If you would like to be removed for any reason, please visit: digital.othermusic.com/subscribe.php
 

THIS WEEK'S CONTRIBUTORS

[AB] Adrian Burkholder
[ACo] Anastasia Cohen
[MF] Michael Fellows
[IQ] Mikey IQ Jones
[MK] Michael Klausman
[JM] Josh Madell
[DM] Doug Mosurock



THANKS FOR READING
- all of us at Other Music

 
         
   
    Copyright 2012 Other Music
Newsletter Design Big Code