"…this trio is descended from David S. Ware’s current working unit…Shipp…can lash out w/ Taylor-ish single note breaks ending in clotted fist clusters, he can meander around angularly while flexing like a post-Coltrane version of Lennie Tristano…and he may well turn out to be of the ’90s bright lights."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 (page 95) JIMMY JOHNSON, Editor
MATTHEW SHIPP review by BYRON COLEY
Snap of Matthew Shipp from the flawless AUM FIDELITY, helmed with love by Steve Joerg
There are presently nine Matthew Shipp items listed at Forced Exposure; all but one is in stock.
Forced Exposure #18 is in stock at Forced Exposure for only $5!
Byron Coley’s Dating Tips For Touring Bands LP (Hot Cars Warp - 2013) is also in stock at Forced Exposure. It was our #1 Best Reason To Write A Fuckin’ Record Review in 2013!
To say that Matthew Shipp has been a bright light in the 21 years since the review above is an understatement.  HIs discography is vast. Shipp’s most recent release (9/9/14) under his name as leader is I’ve Been to Many Places on Relative Pitch Records.  
Matthew Shipp
"…this trio is descended from David S. Ware’s current working unit…Shipp…can lash out w/ Taylor-ish single note breaks ending in clotted fist clusters, he can meander around angularly while flexing like a post-Coltrane version of Lennie Tristano…and he may well turn out to be of the ’90s bright lights."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 (page 95) JIMMY JOHNSON, Editor
MATTHEW SHIPP review by BYRON COLEY
Snap of Matthew Shipp from the flawless AUM FIDELITY, helmed with love by Steve Joerg
There are presently nine Matthew Shipp items listed at Forced Exposure; all but one is in stock.
Forced Exposure #18 is in stock at Forced Exposure for only $5!
Byron Coley’s Dating Tips For Touring Bands LP (Hot Cars Warp - 2013) is also in stock at Forced Exposure. It was our #1 Best Reason To Write A Fuckin’ Record Review in 2013!
To say that Matthew Shipp has been a bright light in the 21 years since the review above is an understatement.  HIs discography is vast. Shipp’s most recent release (9/9/14) under his name as leader is I’ve Been to Many Places on Relative Pitch Records.  
Matthew Shipp

"…this trio is descended from David S. Ware’s current working unit…Shipp…can lash out w/ Taylor-ish single note breaks ending in clotted fist clusters, he can meander around angularly while flexing like a post-Coltrane version of Lennie Tristano…and he may well turn out to be of the ’90s bright lights."

FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 (page 95) JIMMY JOHNSON, Editor

MATTHEW SHIPP review by BYRON COLEY

  • Snap of Matthew Shipp from the flawless AUM FIDELITY, helmed with love by Steve Joerg
"These Tulpa LPs…should feel awfully nice in the hands of anyone with even a passing interest in the spirit of human individualism."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132
Reviews by Jimmy Johnson, Editor
From the catalogue included in FE #18.
There are presently 13 items listed in the FE online store featuring Paul Flaherty (although not all are in stock).  BUY HERE.  
If we’re not mistaken, Tulpa Productions existed between 1988 and 1994. It was operated by Wormdoom jesus de magico Joe Malinowski, who happens to have the same name as a guy who runs Willimantic Records in Willimantic, Connecticut.  
Speaking of Willimantic Records, Paul Flaherty and Randall Colbourne just played there last Saturday 9/20/14!
Playing tomorrow 9/27/14: Jack Wright (sax) with Ilan Manouach (sax) & Ben Bennett (percussion) preceded by the Roberson/ Colbourne Duo and Greg Conte!
Forced Exposure has one Tulpa Productions record still in stock: the 1993 COLBOURNE/SCHOLZ/MURRAY 12”, described as a “trio outing minus Flaherty from this CT free energy ensemble. Guitar/violin/drums improv. Pressed in an edition of only 300. Recorded in the spring of ‘92, released 1994.”  It’s only $7, what are you waiting for?
FLAHERTY & COLBOURNE at Willimantic Records 8/25/12 

"These Tulpa LPs…should feel awfully nice in the hands of anyone with even a passing interest in the spirit of human individualism."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132
Reviews by Jimmy Johnson, Editor
From the catalogue included in FE #18.
There are presently 13 items listed in the FE online store featuring Paul Flaherty (although not all are in stock).  BUY HERE.  
If we’re not mistaken, Tulpa Productions existed between 1988 and 1994. It was operated by Wormdoom jesus de magico Joe Malinowski, who happens to have the same name as a guy who runs Willimantic Records in Willimantic, Connecticut.  
Speaking of Willimantic Records, Paul Flaherty and Randall Colbourne just played there last Saturday 9/20/14!
Playing tomorrow 9/27/14: Jack Wright (sax) with Ilan Manouach (sax) & Ben Bennett (percussion) preceded by the Roberson/ Colbourne Duo and Greg Conte!
Forced Exposure has one Tulpa Productions record still in stock: the 1993 COLBOURNE/SCHOLZ/MURRAY 12”, described as a “trio outing minus Flaherty from this CT free energy ensemble. Guitar/violin/drums improv. Pressed in an edition of only 300. Recorded in the spring of ‘92, released 1994.”  It’s only $7, what are you waiting for?
FLAHERTY & COLBOURNE at Willimantic Records 8/25/12 

"These Tulpa LPs…should feel awfully nice in the hands of anyone with even a passing interest in the spirit of human individualism."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132
Reviews by Jimmy Johnson, Editor
From the catalogue included in FE #18.
There are presently 13 items listed in the FE online store featuring Paul Flaherty (although not all are in stock).  BUY HERE.  
If we’re not mistaken, Tulpa Productions existed between 1988 and 1994. It was operated by Wormdoom jesus de magico Joe Malinowski, who happens to have the same name as a guy who runs Willimantic Records in Willimantic, Connecticut.  
Speaking of Willimantic Records, Paul Flaherty and Randall Colbourne just played there last Saturday 9/20/14!
Playing tomorrow 9/27/14: Jack Wright (sax) with Ilan Manouach (sax) & Ben Bennett (percussion) preceded by the Roberson/ Colbourne Duo and Greg Conte!
Forced Exposure has one Tulpa Productions record still in stock: the 1993 COLBOURNE/SCHOLZ/MURRAY 12”, described as a “trio outing minus Flaherty from this CT free energy ensemble. Guitar/violin/drums improv. Pressed in an edition of only 300. Recorded in the spring of ‘92, released 1994.”  It’s only $7, what are you waiting for?
FLAHERTY & COLBOURNE at Willimantic Records 8/25/12 

"These Tulpa LPs…should feel awfully nice in the hands of anyone with even a passing interest in the spirit of human individualism."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132
Reviews by Jimmy Johnson, Editor
From the catalogue included in FE #18.
There are presently 13 items listed in the FE online store featuring Paul Flaherty (although not all are in stock).  BUY HERE.  
If we’re not mistaken, Tulpa Productions existed between 1988 and 1994. It was operated by Wormdoom jesus de magico Joe Malinowski, who happens to have the same name as a guy who runs Willimantic Records in Willimantic, Connecticut.  
Speaking of Willimantic Records, Paul Flaherty and Randall Colbourne just played there last Saturday 9/20/14!
Playing tomorrow 9/27/14: Jack Wright (sax) with Ilan Manouach (sax) & Ben Bennett (percussion) preceded by the Roberson/ Colbourne Duo and Greg Conte!
Forced Exposure has one Tulpa Productions record still in stock: the 1993 COLBOURNE/SCHOLZ/MURRAY 12”, described as a “trio outing minus Flaherty from this CT free energy ensemble. Guitar/violin/drums improv. Pressed in an edition of only 300. Recorded in the spring of ‘92, released 1994.”  It’s only $7, what are you waiting for?
FLAHERTY & COLBOURNE at Willimantic Records 8/25/12 

"These Tulpa LPs…should feel awfully nice in the hands of anyone with even a passing interest in the spirit of human individualism."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132
Reviews by Jimmy Johnson, Editor
From the catalogue included in FE #18.
There are presently 13 items listed in the FE online store featuring Paul Flaherty (although not all are in stock).  BUY HERE.  
If we’re not mistaken, Tulpa Productions existed between 1988 and 1994. It was operated by Wormdoom jesus de magico Joe Malinowski, who happens to have the same name as a guy who runs Willimantic Records in Willimantic, Connecticut.  
Speaking of Willimantic Records, Paul Flaherty and Randall Colbourne just played there last Saturday 9/20/14!
Playing tomorrow 9/27/14: Jack Wright (sax) with Ilan Manouach (sax) & Ben Bennett (percussion) preceded by the Roberson/ Colbourne Duo and Greg Conte!
Forced Exposure has one Tulpa Productions record still in stock: the 1993 COLBOURNE/SCHOLZ/MURRAY 12”, described as a “trio outing minus Flaherty from this CT free energy ensemble. Guitar/violin/drums improv. Pressed in an edition of only 300. Recorded in the spring of ‘92, released 1994.”  It’s only $7, what are you waiting for?
FLAHERTY & COLBOURNE at Willimantic Records 8/25/12 

"These Tulpa LPs…should feel awfully nice in the hands of anyone with even a passing interest in the spirit of human individualism."

FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132

Reviews by Jimmy Johnson, Editor

  • From the catalogue included in FE #18.
  • Speaking of Willimantic Records, Paul Flaherty and Randall Colbourne just played there last Saturday 9/20/14!
  • Playing tomorrow 9/27/14: Jack Wright (sax) with Ilan Manouach (sax) & Ben Bennett (percussion) preceded by the Roberson/ Colbourne Duo and Greg Conte!

"One of the quintessential, what-the-fuck albums on the label."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132
Review by Byron Coley or Jimmy Johnson
The “review” above came from the mouth watering eighteen page mail order catalogue that accompanied FE #18: "All titles are in stock as of 10/15/93."
This post was inspired by The Avant Ghetto’s Jeff Conklin’s post of an uncommon Erica Pomerance cover at Now Playing 
Although it appears the ZYX compact disc issues of the early 90’s are long gone, they’ve since been replaced by much better remastered and updated versions, currently available at Forced Exposure.   
ERICA POMERANCE was interviewed by DESTROY ALL MONSTER’S Cary Loren in 2002 at the still extant and revelatory web pages of BLASTITUDE: “YOU USED TO THINK is one of those rarities of pure inspiration that rates up there with first platters by the MC5, Stooges, Fugs, Velvet Underground, Silver Apples, Godz, Pearls Before Swine, etc… a classic ‘68 underground album: a collage of fucked-up eastern ragas, jazz, and atonal folk rock, delivered in a beautiful, raspy, feverish, drug-induced howl, featuring the poetry and singular voice of Erica Pomerance. ESP produced more than its share of outsider visions and here was an album more like a situation, that peeked inside and outside the bullcrap of the music world and the various genres it endlessly pumps out.
Blastitude makes us say the name Larry Dolman. He is the Editor in Chief at http://www.blastitude.com/. Blastitude was the best transitional zine from print to online. Dig deep.
By the way, the only ZYX title remaining at the Forced Exposure warehouse is Witthüser & Westrupp's ‎Live *68-*73.
"One of the quintessential, what-the-fuck albums on the label."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132
Review by Byron Coley or Jimmy Johnson
The “review” above came from the mouth watering eighteen page mail order catalogue that accompanied FE #18: "All titles are in stock as of 10/15/93."
This post was inspired by The Avant Ghetto’s Jeff Conklin’s post of an uncommon Erica Pomerance cover at Now Playing 
Although it appears the ZYX compact disc issues of the early 90’s are long gone, they’ve since been replaced by much better remastered and updated versions, currently available at Forced Exposure.   
ERICA POMERANCE was interviewed by DESTROY ALL MONSTER’S Cary Loren in 2002 at the still extant and revelatory web pages of BLASTITUDE: “YOU USED TO THINK is one of those rarities of pure inspiration that rates up there with first platters by the MC5, Stooges, Fugs, Velvet Underground, Silver Apples, Godz, Pearls Before Swine, etc… a classic ‘68 underground album: a collage of fucked-up eastern ragas, jazz, and atonal folk rock, delivered in a beautiful, raspy, feverish, drug-induced howl, featuring the poetry and singular voice of Erica Pomerance. ESP produced more than its share of outsider visions and here was an album more like a situation, that peeked inside and outside the bullcrap of the music world and the various genres it endlessly pumps out.
Blastitude makes us say the name Larry Dolman. He is the Editor in Chief at http://www.blastitude.com/. Blastitude was the best transitional zine from print to online. Dig deep.
By the way, the only ZYX title remaining at the Forced Exposure warehouse is Witthüser & Westrupp's ‎Live *68-*73.
"One of the quintessential, what-the-fuck albums on the label."
FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132
Review by Byron Coley or Jimmy Johnson
The “review” above came from the mouth watering eighteen page mail order catalogue that accompanied FE #18: "All titles are in stock as of 10/15/93."
This post was inspired by The Avant Ghetto’s Jeff Conklin’s post of an uncommon Erica Pomerance cover at Now Playing 
Although it appears the ZYX compact disc issues of the early 90’s are long gone, they’ve since been replaced by much better remastered and updated versions, currently available at Forced Exposure.   
ERICA POMERANCE was interviewed by DESTROY ALL MONSTER’S Cary Loren in 2002 at the still extant and revelatory web pages of BLASTITUDE: “YOU USED TO THINK is one of those rarities of pure inspiration that rates up there with first platters by the MC5, Stooges, Fugs, Velvet Underground, Silver Apples, Godz, Pearls Before Swine, etc… a classic ‘68 underground album: a collage of fucked-up eastern ragas, jazz, and atonal folk rock, delivered in a beautiful, raspy, feverish, drug-induced howl, featuring the poetry and singular voice of Erica Pomerance. ESP produced more than its share of outsider visions and here was an album more like a situation, that peeked inside and outside the bullcrap of the music world and the various genres it endlessly pumps out.
Blastitude makes us say the name Larry Dolman. He is the Editor in Chief at http://www.blastitude.com/. Blastitude was the best transitional zine from print to online. Dig deep.
By the way, the only ZYX title remaining at the Forced Exposure warehouse is Witthüser & Westrupp's ‎Live *68-*73.

"One of the quintessential, what-the-fuck albums on the label."

FORCED EXPOSURE #18 1993 page 132

Review by Byron Coley or Jimmy Johnson

  • The “review” above came from the mouth watering eighteen page mail order catalogue that accompanied FE #18: "All titles are in stock as of 10/15/93."
  • Blastitude makes us say the name Larry Dolman. He is the Editor in Chief at http://www.blastitude.com/Blastitude was the best transitional zine from print to online. Dig deep.
"NNCK are the Allmans for the 90’s. God bless ‘em for it."
The Two Hundred Pound Underground No. 1 November 1996 (no page #)
NNCK review byTony Rettman, Editor
Sound @ One at Forced Exposure
"NNCK are the Allmans for the 90’s. God bless ‘em for it."
The Two Hundred Pound Underground No. 1 November 1996 (no page #)
NNCK review byTony Rettman, Editor
Sound @ One at Forced Exposure
"…these guys radiate a not-exactly-literate drunko-destitute vision that has plenty of room for three-titted Wilman frogs and the like."
FORCED EXPOSURE #16 1990 (page 76)
COWS review by Jimmy Johnson, Editor
The Amphetamine Reptile documentary - in which we’re told COWS feature prominently - premiered 5/31/14. It’s called The Color of Noise and maybe it’s coming to a theatre near you.
"…these guys radiate a not-exactly-literate drunko-destitute vision that has plenty of room for three-titted Wilman frogs and the like."
FORCED EXPOSURE #16 1990 (page 76)
COWS review by Jimmy Johnson, Editor
The Amphetamine Reptile documentary - in which we’re told COWS feature prominently - premiered 5/31/14. It’s called The Color of Noise and maybe it’s coming to a theatre near you.
"…these guys radiate a not-exactly-literate drunko-destitute vision that has plenty of room for three-titted Wilman frogs and the like."
FORCED EXPOSURE #16 1990 (page 76)
COWS review by Jimmy Johnson, Editor
The Amphetamine Reptile documentary - in which we’re told COWS feature prominently - premiered 5/31/14. It’s called The Color of Noise and maybe it’s coming to a theatre near you.

"…these guys radiate a not-exactly-literate drunko-destitute vision that has plenty of room for three-titted Wilman frogs and the like."

FORCED EXPOSURE #16 1990 (page 76)

COWS review by Jimmy Johnson, Editor

Fuckin’ Record Reviews also wishes a very happy birthday today to Byron Coley Trio Tour Manager tour manager KRISTIN ANDERSON! 

fuckinrecordreviews:

"…My official title is general manager. I am in charge of ‘general’ things including hiring and payroll, systems management, marketing, and making sure that the warehouse manager knows if there’s a pallet of dildos at the loading dock.” 

  • See that woman holding records? That’s KRISTIN ANDERSON of Forced Exposure in the Forced Exposure warehouse holding records being sold and distributed by Forced Exposure.
  • Who took the picture? JIMMY JOHNSON!
  • Since we’re in the final weekend of our Jimmy Johnson tribute (he formerly of Forced Exposure magazine) and he took the pic and today is that Record Store Day thing and Kristin makes a substantive case for RSD being legit, we posted this picture.
  • Kristin sez, I have a great deal of respect for what the Record Store Day people are doing, insofar as they have created a monster holiday in support of independent record stores and independent labels. Sales at some stores on that single weekend will be enough to float the rent for the rest of the year. This can mean the difference between being around and not. And it’s important because independent stores exist because independent labels exist and vice versa.”  We were all set to make fun of RSD, but after that, we’d feel too bad. So go out and buy stuff at record stores. But don’t forget the online storefronts…like FORCED EXPOSURE!
  • The quotes are lifted from this 4/17/14 article via Creating Loafing Atlanta. Sounds like something Chunklet would make fun of, but they knew enough to interview Kristin, so how bad can they be? 
  • The 1994/1995 Jimmy Johnson interviews:
  • PART 3 on the way..
"His insights are as fresh as a load in yr pants & if y’ever considered dippin’ into a bk o’ verse this’ be a smooth place t’ start." 
…while we’re in the archive today, it’s Bukowski’s birthday…
fuckinrecordreviews:

WFMU reminds us that yesterday would have been Chinaski’s 93rd birthday! 
CHARLES BUKOWSKI August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994
Hostage LP review by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #9 Winter 1986 (page 102)
War All The Time book review also by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #7/8 Summer 1985 (page 81)
Buy some Bukowski at Forced Exposure
Black Sparrow Books has never been anything less than amazing.
Rank Bukowski’s books here.
Most of Bukowski’s books are now available at HarperCollins.
Listen to hours upon hours of Bukowski reading and talking, courtesy of UBU Web.

"His insights are as fresh as a load in yr pants & if y’ever considered dippin’ into a bk o’ verse this’ be a smooth place t’ start." 
…while we’re in the archive today, it’s Bukowski’s birthday…
fuckinrecordreviews:

WFMU reminds us that yesterday would have been Chinaski’s 93rd birthday! 
CHARLES BUKOWSKI August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994
Hostage LP review by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #9 Winter 1986 (page 102)
War All The Time book review also by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #7/8 Summer 1985 (page 81)
Buy some Bukowski at Forced Exposure
Black Sparrow Books has never been anything less than amazing.
Rank Bukowski’s books here.
Most of Bukowski’s books are now available at HarperCollins.
Listen to hours upon hours of Bukowski reading and talking, courtesy of UBU Web.

"His insights are as fresh as a load in yr pants & if y’ever considered dippin’ into a bk o’ verse this’ be a smooth place t’ start." 
…while we’re in the archive today, it’s Bukowski’s birthday…
fuckinrecordreviews:

WFMU reminds us that yesterday would have been Chinaski’s 93rd birthday! 
CHARLES BUKOWSKI August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994
Hostage LP review by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #9 Winter 1986 (page 102)
War All The Time book review also by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #7/8 Summer 1985 (page 81)
Buy some Bukowski at Forced Exposure
Black Sparrow Books has never been anything less than amazing.
Rank Bukowski’s books here.
Most of Bukowski’s books are now available at HarperCollins.
Listen to hours upon hours of Bukowski reading and talking, courtesy of UBU Web.

"His insights are as fresh as a load in yr pants & if y’ever considered dippin’ into a bk o’ verse this’ be a smooth place t’ start." 
…while we’re in the archive today, it’s Bukowski’s birthday…
fuckinrecordreviews:

WFMU reminds us that yesterday would have been Chinaski’s 93rd birthday! 
CHARLES BUKOWSKI August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994
Hostage LP review by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #9 Winter 1986 (page 102)
War All The Time book review also by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #7/8 Summer 1985 (page 81)
Buy some Bukowski at Forced Exposure
Black Sparrow Books has never been anything less than amazing.
Rank Bukowski’s books here.
Most of Bukowski’s books are now available at HarperCollins.
Listen to hours upon hours of Bukowski reading and talking, courtesy of UBU Web.

"His insights are as fresh as a load in yr pants & if y’ever considered dippin’ into a bk o’ verse this’ be a smooth place t’ start." 
…while we’re in the archive today, it’s Bukowski’s birthday…
fuckinrecordreviews:

WFMU reminds us that yesterday would have been Chinaski’s 93rd birthday! 
CHARLES BUKOWSKI August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994
Hostage LP review by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #9 Winter 1986 (page 102)
War All The Time book review also by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #7/8 Summer 1985 (page 81)
Buy some Bukowski at Forced Exposure
Black Sparrow Books has never been anything less than amazing.
Rank Bukowski’s books here.
Most of Bukowski’s books are now available at HarperCollins.
Listen to hours upon hours of Bukowski reading and talking, courtesy of UBU Web.

"His insights are as fresh as a load in yr pants & if y’ever considered dippin’ into a bk o’ verse this’ be a smooth place t’ start." 

…while we’re in the archive today, it’s Bukowski’s birthday…

WFMU reminds us that yesterday would have been Chinaski’s 93rd birthday! 

CHARLES BUKOWSKI August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994

Hostage LP review by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #9 Winter 1986 (page 102)

War All The Time book review also by Byron Coley, from FORCED EXPOSURE #7/8 Summer 1985 (page 81)

  • Rank Bukowski’s books here.

"Incredible, my fave 45 of the issue — but like the guy on the back recommends, ‘fuck the explanations’."
Brought to you by FE and the one-year-ago-today archive of fuckinrecordreviews:

FORCED EXPOSURE #9 Winter 1986 (page 96)
DEATH OF SAMANTHA review by JIMMY JOHNSON. Photo uncredited.
According to an 8/6/13 tweet by Doug Gillard, DoS are “mastering a new Death of Samantha release today for vinyl” in 2013!
A fresh copy of FORCED EXPOSURE #9 is still available for purchase at FE’s site, as are a million worthy records, discs, tapes and ephemera.

"Incredible, my fave 45 of the issue — but like the guy on the back recommends, ‘fuck the explanations’."
Brought to you by FE and the one-year-ago-today archive of fuckinrecordreviews:

FORCED EXPOSURE #9 Winter 1986 (page 96)
DEATH OF SAMANTHA review by JIMMY JOHNSON. Photo uncredited.
According to an 8/6/13 tweet by Doug Gillard, DoS are “mastering a new Death of Samantha release today for vinyl” in 2013!
A fresh copy of FORCED EXPOSURE #9 is still available for purchase at FE’s site, as are a million worthy records, discs, tapes and ephemera.

"Incredible, my fave 45 of the issue — but like the guy on the back recommends, ‘fuck the explanations’."

FORCED EXPOSURE #9 Winter 1986 (page 96)

DEATH OF SAMANTHA review by JIMMY JOHNSON. Photo uncredited.

According to an 8/6/13 tweet by Doug Gillard, DoS are “mastering a new Death of Samantha release today for vinyl” in 2013!

A fresh copy of FORCED EXPOSURE #9 is still available for purchase at FE’s site, as are a million worthy records, discs, tapes and ephemera.

"Once announced, the words attempt to relate astro midgets to a pre-millennium tension…You’ll remember them better than you heard them, especially after a bloody nose."
Full review here.
Review of The Byron Coley Trio aka The Magnificent  Pussies by JIMMY JOHNSON, Nominal Chief-of-Things, Forced Exposure Mail Order
And so it came to pass, on the eve of August 11 in the year 2014 - a time when the sentient carbons of planet earth cleaved at one another with serrated weaponry, those once destroyed transformed into monsters of destruction, isms spreading like contagion borne on irrational anxieties, desperately clinging to subjugation of the feared other -  it is during this time that Jimmy Johnson, the one and only Unsung Hero Of Rock ‘N’ Roll Writing (so far) took up his pen after a desert of years to commit to the page - a Fuckin’ Record Review! Sort of. 
Allegedly sounds are unheard. It matters not, as the man’s sensory equipment reveals no signs of rust. It may not be the solution to the current wretchedness referred to as the days of our lives, but the return of Jimmy’s pen brings some…HOPE? HOPE! And perhaps a bloody nose. 
in case you missed it: http://www.forcedexposure.com/FeatureBCTrio.aspx

"Once announced, the words attempt to relate astro midgets to a pre-millennium tension…You’ll remember them better than you heard them, especially after a bloody nose."

Full review here.

Review of The Byron Coley Trio aka The Magnificent  Pussies by JIMMY JOHNSON, Nominal Chief-of-Things, Forced Exposure Mail Order

  • And so it came to pass, on the eve of August 11 in the year 2014 - a time when the sentient carbons of planet earth cleaved at one another with serrated weaponry, those once destroyed transformed into monsters of destruction, isms spreading like contagion borne on irrational anxieties, desperately clinging to subjugation of the feared other -  it is during this time that Jimmy Johnson, the one and only Unsung Hero Of Rock ‘N’ Roll Writing (so far) took up his pen after a desert of years to commit to the page - a Fuckin’ Record Review! Sort of. 
  • Allegedly sounds are unheard. It matters not, as the man’s sensory equipment reveals no signs of rust. It may not be the solution to the current wretchedness referred to as the days of our lives, but the return of Jimmy’s pen brings some…HOPE? HOPE! And perhaps a bloody nose. 
"There was a rose that faded young;I saw its shattered beauty hungUpon a broken stem.I heard them say, “What need to careWith roses budding everywhere?”I did not answer them.There was a bird, brought down to die;They said, “A hundred fill the sky-What reason to be sad?”There was a girl, whose lover fled;I did not wait, the while they said,"There’s many another lad." 
"Solace" -Dorothy Parker: Not So Deep as a Well: Collected Poems (1936)
Shazbot
American Foundation For Suicide Prevention: Out Of The Darkness Walks 
themodernistwitch has an extended hand and something worth reading 
According to Rhonda Pettit at Modern America Poetry, Dorothy Parker attempted suicide at least twice.
Myriam Gendron’s interpretation of this poem - set to Gendron’s guitar and smoked husk of a voice - is out of this world. It can be found on Not So Deep A Well: Myriam Gendron Sings Dorothy Parker (Feeding Tube - 2014)
Try Forced Exposure, but low stock level, so move it.
Jim Shepard: see below…
fuckinrecordreviews:

"…actually, it’s kind of timeless."
WIND-UP BUTTER COW Summer 1996  (page 43)
LIZ CLAYTON, Editor
VERTICAL SLIT review by TOM LAX
We thought long and hard about this one. Tom’s last line - "Write him" - puts this in a different category than all the rest, because anyone who knows anything about Jim Shepard knows that he can’t be written to. He committed suicide in October 1998. The manner in which Tom ends his review inevitably brings this tragic fact into play, thereby rendering the review more powerful than it otherwise would be. (This is not to suggest that it wasn’t or isn’t powerful on its own - of course it is, it’s the pen of Tom Lax.)
Given the discomfort assimilating Jim’s suicide into this post, our initial inclination was to avoid it. But we pulled an about face, because to avoid this would be pointless for two reasons.
Jim Shepard’s music is of the highest order - while many artists embrace the art of music as personalized combustion, few grappled with it as convincingly and harrowingly in the sub basement zone as did he. To forego Jim in posts on Fuckin’ Record Reviews because of the manner in which his life ended is not sensible, because his music is moving, powerful and potent and should be celebrated as such.  If you can find it, then by all means embrace it.
More importantly, to avoid posting this review would collude with the shaming repertoires of suicide and depression and mental illness that have been unfortunate hallmarks of the depressed experience in modern times.  We here at this tumblr are in no position to moralize about anything other than fuckin’ record reviews (and even then we’re on thin ice), but the shaming need not - should not - be.
If you’ve lived long enough (and unfortunately for some who haven’t), you’ve known someone who has been unable to find their way out of the abyss. But public attitudes about suicide and depression shaming as topics to avoid are changing. The American Foundation For Suicide Prevention is an amazingly thorough source of information and support and sponsors yearly revolving Out Of The Darkness walks. The next major events are slated for Seattle, Washington on June 14-15, 2014 and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on June 28-29, 2014. 
Bela Koe-Krompecher wrote perhaps the finest ode to Jim Shepard at his blog, which includes this: "Jim Shepard was an outsider in a land of outsiders; he had spent a great deal of his life in Florida, a veritable outpost of misfits and a state that was constructed for interlopers and floaters who would head down south in search of new beginnings and self-inventions. Jim was a short man, who wore his mat of greasy black hair as if it were a prop from a Harry Crews short-story. He walked with a slight lean as if the weight of the world pulled him forward, waiting to smother him in its own gravitational pull. He was constantly unshaven but never bearded; it was as if he had gotten a George Michael shaving kit from the liquor store. He was a constant ruffled sort, who spoke in a deep mumble as if he were sending himself coded messages. In a sense, even though I drank copious amounts of alcohol and spent hours on barstools next to Jim, I never really knew him but then again I’m not sure if I’ve never really known anybody.”
There’s quite a bit more at Belakoekrompecher’s Blog. 
"There was a rose that faded young;I saw its shattered beauty hungUpon a broken stem.I heard them say, “What need to careWith roses budding everywhere?”I did not answer them.There was a bird, brought down to die;They said, “A hundred fill the sky-What reason to be sad?”There was a girl, whose lover fled;I did not wait, the while they said,"There’s many another lad." 
"Solace" -Dorothy Parker: Not So Deep as a Well: Collected Poems (1936)
Shazbot
American Foundation For Suicide Prevention: Out Of The Darkness Walks 
themodernistwitch has an extended hand and something worth reading 
According to Rhonda Pettit at Modern America Poetry, Dorothy Parker attempted suicide at least twice.
Myriam Gendron’s interpretation of this poem - set to Gendron’s guitar and smoked husk of a voice - is out of this world. It can be found on Not So Deep A Well: Myriam Gendron Sings Dorothy Parker (Feeding Tube - 2014)
Try Forced Exposure, but low stock level, so move it.
Jim Shepard: see below…
fuckinrecordreviews:

"…actually, it’s kind of timeless."
WIND-UP BUTTER COW Summer 1996  (page 43)
LIZ CLAYTON, Editor
VERTICAL SLIT review by TOM LAX
We thought long and hard about this one. Tom’s last line - "Write him" - puts this in a different category than all the rest, because anyone who knows anything about Jim Shepard knows that he can’t be written to. He committed suicide in October 1998. The manner in which Tom ends his review inevitably brings this tragic fact into play, thereby rendering the review more powerful than it otherwise would be. (This is not to suggest that it wasn’t or isn’t powerful on its own - of course it is, it’s the pen of Tom Lax.)
Given the discomfort assimilating Jim’s suicide into this post, our initial inclination was to avoid it. But we pulled an about face, because to avoid this would be pointless for two reasons.
Jim Shepard’s music is of the highest order - while many artists embrace the art of music as personalized combustion, few grappled with it as convincingly and harrowingly in the sub basement zone as did he. To forego Jim in posts on Fuckin’ Record Reviews because of the manner in which his life ended is not sensible, because his music is moving, powerful and potent and should be celebrated as such.  If you can find it, then by all means embrace it.
More importantly, to avoid posting this review would collude with the shaming repertoires of suicide and depression and mental illness that have been unfortunate hallmarks of the depressed experience in modern times.  We here at this tumblr are in no position to moralize about anything other than fuckin’ record reviews (and even then we’re on thin ice), but the shaming need not - should not - be.
If you’ve lived long enough (and unfortunately for some who haven’t), you’ve known someone who has been unable to find their way out of the abyss. But public attitudes about suicide and depression shaming as topics to avoid are changing. The American Foundation For Suicide Prevention is an amazingly thorough source of information and support and sponsors yearly revolving Out Of The Darkness walks. The next major events are slated for Seattle, Washington on June 14-15, 2014 and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on June 28-29, 2014. 
Bela Koe-Krompecher wrote perhaps the finest ode to Jim Shepard at his blog, which includes this: "Jim Shepard was an outsider in a land of outsiders; he had spent a great deal of his life in Florida, a veritable outpost of misfits and a state that was constructed for interlopers and floaters who would head down south in search of new beginnings and self-inventions. Jim was a short man, who wore his mat of greasy black hair as if it were a prop from a Harry Crews short-story. He walked with a slight lean as if the weight of the world pulled him forward, waiting to smother him in its own gravitational pull. He was constantly unshaven but never bearded; it was as if he had gotten a George Michael shaving kit from the liquor store. He was a constant ruffled sort, who spoke in a deep mumble as if he were sending himself coded messages. In a sense, even though I drank copious amounts of alcohol and spent hours on barstools next to Jim, I never really knew him but then again I’m not sure if I’ve never really known anybody.”
There’s quite a bit more at Belakoekrompecher’s Blog. 
"There was a rose that faded young;I saw its shattered beauty hungUpon a broken stem.I heard them say, “What need to careWith roses budding everywhere?”I did not answer them.There was a bird, brought down to die;They said, “A hundred fill the sky-What reason to be sad?”There was a girl, whose lover fled;I did not wait, the while they said,"There’s many another lad." 
"Solace" -Dorothy Parker: Not So Deep as a Well: Collected Poems (1936)
Shazbot
American Foundation For Suicide Prevention: Out Of The Darkness Walks 
themodernistwitch has an extended hand and something worth reading 
According to Rhonda Pettit at Modern America Poetry, Dorothy Parker attempted suicide at least twice.
Myriam Gendron’s interpretation of this poem - set to Gendron’s guitar and smoked husk of a voice - is out of this world. It can be found on Not So Deep A Well: Myriam Gendron Sings Dorothy Parker (Feeding Tube - 2014)
Try Forced Exposure, but low stock level, so move it.
Jim Shepard: see below…
fuckinrecordreviews:

"…actually, it’s kind of timeless."
WIND-UP BUTTER COW Summer 1996  (page 43)
LIZ CLAYTON, Editor
VERTICAL SLIT review by TOM LAX
We thought long and hard about this one. Tom’s last line - "Write him" - puts this in a different category than all the rest, because anyone who knows anything about Jim Shepard knows that he can’t be written to. He committed suicide in October 1998. The manner in which Tom ends his review inevitably brings this tragic fact into play, thereby rendering the review more powerful than it otherwise would be. (This is not to suggest that it wasn’t or isn’t powerful on its own - of course it is, it’s the pen of Tom Lax.)
Given the discomfort assimilating Jim’s suicide into this post, our initial inclination was to avoid it. But we pulled an about face, because to avoid this would be pointless for two reasons.
Jim Shepard’s music is of the highest order - while many artists embrace the art of music as personalized combustion, few grappled with it as convincingly and harrowingly in the sub basement zone as did he. To forego Jim in posts on Fuckin’ Record Reviews because of the manner in which his life ended is not sensible, because his music is moving, powerful and potent and should be celebrated as such.  If you can find it, then by all means embrace it.
More importantly, to avoid posting this review would collude with the shaming repertoires of suicide and depression and mental illness that have been unfortunate hallmarks of the depressed experience in modern times.  We here at this tumblr are in no position to moralize about anything other than fuckin’ record reviews (and even then we’re on thin ice), but the shaming need not - should not - be.
If you’ve lived long enough (and unfortunately for some who haven’t), you’ve known someone who has been unable to find their way out of the abyss. But public attitudes about suicide and depression shaming as topics to avoid are changing. The American Foundation For Suicide Prevention is an amazingly thorough source of information and support and sponsors yearly revolving Out Of The Darkness walks. The next major events are slated for Seattle, Washington on June 14-15, 2014 and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on June 28-29, 2014. 
Bela Koe-Krompecher wrote perhaps the finest ode to Jim Shepard at his blog, which includes this: "Jim Shepard was an outsider in a land of outsiders; he had spent a great deal of his life in Florida, a veritable outpost of misfits and a state that was constructed for interlopers and floaters who would head down south in search of new beginnings and self-inventions. Jim was a short man, who wore his mat of greasy black hair as if it were a prop from a Harry Crews short-story. He walked with a slight lean as if the weight of the world pulled him forward, waiting to smother him in its own gravitational pull. He was constantly unshaven but never bearded; it was as if he had gotten a George Michael shaving kit from the liquor store. He was a constant ruffled sort, who spoke in a deep mumble as if he were sending himself coded messages. In a sense, even though I drank copious amounts of alcohol and spent hours on barstools next to Jim, I never really knew him but then again I’m not sure if I’ve never really known anybody.”
There’s quite a bit more at Belakoekrompecher’s Blog. 

"There was a rose that faded young;
I saw its shattered beauty hung
Upon a broken stem.
I heard them say, “What need to care
With roses budding everywhere?”
I did not answer them.

There was a bird, brought down to die;
They said, “A hundred fill the sky-
What reason to be sad?”
There was a girl, whose lover fled;
I did not wait, the while they said,
"There’s many another lad." 

"Solace" -Dorothy ParkerNot So Deep as a Well: Collected Poems (1936)

  • According to Rhonda Pettit at Modern America Poetry, Dorothy Parker attempted suicide at least twice.
  • Jim Shepard: see below…

fuckinrecordreviews:

"…actually, it’s kind of timeless."

WIND-UP BUTTER COW Summer 1996  (page 43)

LIZ CLAYTON, Editor

VERTICAL SLIT review by TOM LAX

  • We thought long and hard about this one. Tom’s last line - "Write him" - puts this in a different category than all the rest, because anyone who knows anything about Jim Shepard knows that he can’t be written to. He committed suicide in October 1998. The manner in which Tom ends his review inevitably brings this tragic fact into play, thereby rendering the review more powerful than it otherwise would be. (This is not to suggest that it wasn’t or isn’t powerful on its own - of course it is, it’s the pen of Tom Lax.)
  • Given the discomfort assimilating Jim’s suicide into this post, our initial inclination was to avoid it. But we pulled an about face, because to avoid this would be pointless for two reasons.
  • Jim Shepard’s music is of the highest order - while many artists embrace the art of music as personalized combustion, few grappled with it as convincingly and harrowingly in the sub basement zone as did he. To forego Jim in posts on Fuckin’ Record Reviews because of the manner in which his life ended is not sensible, because his music is moving, powerful and potent and should be celebrated as such.  If you can find it, then by all means embrace it.
  • More importantly, to avoid posting this review would collude with the shaming repertoires of suicide and depression and mental illness that have been unfortunate hallmarks of the depressed experience in modern times.  We here at this tumblr are in no position to moralize about anything other than fuckin’ record reviews (and even then we’re on thin ice), but the shaming need not - should not - be.
  • If you’ve lived long enough (and unfortunately for some who haven’t), you’ve known someone who has been unable to find their way out of the abyss. But public attitudes about suicide and depression shaming as topics to avoid are changing. The American Foundation For Suicide Prevention is an amazingly thorough source of information and support and sponsors yearly revolving Out Of The Darkness walks. The next major events are slated for Seattle, Washington on June 14-15, 2014 and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on June 28-29, 2014. 
  • Bela Koe-Krompecher wrote perhaps the finest ode to Jim Shepard at his blog, which includes this: "Jim Shepard was an outsider in a land of outsiders; he had spent a great deal of his life in Florida, a veritable outpost of misfits and a state that was constructed for interlopers and floaters who would head down south in search of new beginnings and self-inventions. Jim was a short man, who wore his mat of greasy black hair as if it were a prop from a Harry Crews short-story. He walked with a slight lean as if the weight of the world pulled him forward, waiting to smother him in its own gravitational pull. He was constantly unshaven but never bearded; it was as if he had gotten a George Michael shaving kit from the liquor store. He was a constant ruffled sort, who spoke in a deep mumble as if he were sending himself coded messages. In a sense, even though I drank copious amounts of alcohol and spent hours on barstools next to Jim, I never really knew him but then again I’m not sure if I’ve never really known anybody.”