(joint release with Lalalal) Does anyone remember a remarkable piece of psych-styled rubbish called "God is Free", released on Chocolate Monk back in 2004? Of all the odd wonders and incestuous secrets to emerge from Finland in the last 20 years, the Puke Eaters could be thee greatest. "Hello Walhalla" is the first long playing record by this anti-prolific group. The applied methods range from accidental to free and from psycho-motorik to ritual. For any points of reference think of the swamp into which Fille qui mousse, Cromagnon and 'Jesus Christ' era Smell & Quim were dumped. After years of tireless experimentation in the cynical utopian ruinscape of their collective butterfly mind, The Puke Eaters have loosened their belts and finally unleashed their deadliest recordings for thee future caveman. Endless volcano-brain spewing on the ur-limits of limitless psycho-dynamic sound clash, totally high on Scandinavian pussy juice. Limited Edition of 500 pressed 140g Black vinyl

(skull001) V/A - Bound with Skin ( 5 X CD compilation) {an experiment in social obfuscation and dynamic metaphysical acoustics} After three whole years of shifting plans and unusual exchanges, Skulls of Heaven is proud to finally present: Bound with Skin 5 X CD compilation. In the Summer of 2004 we started asking our favorite artists to send us some of their most challenging and unusual work, with the only guideline being that their piece had to be 6 - 13 minutes long. After all this time, we receivd many submissions, and here we have compiled the 25 best, most unsual and stimulating sounds. What results is 5 very unique and disturbing CDs, each in black slip (each with art by Shayde Sartin). Bound with cardstock obi strip and leather cord. With a balance of these humors and your good fortunes to feast here, witness our accumulation of great sonic dilemma... such as:: The spliced tribal frenzies of the Tomutonttu, raw and intimate portraits of the Skaters astral beginings, triptych portrayals of the Ashtray Navigations, a split journey backwards down the Zodiac Mountain, and fucked wwvv more than a non-horse could carry. and // Synth fried elegies from the sick as Pengo, a post apocalypse waltz with the Maths Balance Volumes, until the fried and breaking cast of Brothers of the Occult Sisterhood bare down, to hear the first howling death of the White Dog, and the unhinged knighthood of the Armpit responds. while // reUniting the elemetal forces here called Zaimph and Fursaxa, Axolotl scribed sensations for era, a further triolgy from albion's Astral Social Club, the seer describes the tight rope lunacy of Exceptor, and the sounding of the great solar call by ghq and pelt veteran warrior master PW Best until // Uton opens a forth still universe, where Watersports lay bathing in soothing stasis, Anla Courtis plays a solar shaman's lullaby, courting the southern realm by the spirits of Pan to Scratch, and the earthbound mantras of Taikuri Tali where // now ends the great sonic architecture of the Wolfskull, with haunted lighthouse rituals and United Bible Studies, Kyrgyz buzzing meditations posted scripture to the silence, as silence captures Navy Black, and Clixcx revolts at their own analog prophecy. __._,_.___ Limited to 500

After 13 years in Sagittarius, the dark planet Pluto has finally begun his phase through the potent house of Capricorn. This journey will take 15 long and volatile years to complete. As a tribute to the beginning of what will no doubt be an epic period of destruction and deconstruction hopefully followed by intensive reevaluation and renewal, this album takes the listener through a similarly dynamic journey of celestial electronic meditations. Two months of depression medicated by serious drug and keyboard abuse yielded over 8 hours of introspective new age star symphonies, reaching through the darkness, towards some idea of future lightness. These recordings were then sifted through using modern astrological technologies to select the most thematically appropriate material for this song cycle. All atmospheres are thoroughly mutated through the chronic sicknesses of crude analog processing, only glimpses of the intended therapeutic cherubs make themselves known to the listener. Vast future darkness haunts the proceedings as scales climb to sublime pitches only to be shifted back into the murk of spiritual death and the first flickers of rebirth. Analog mirror music, mandatory long distance mental travel is woven into either alternative.

Making way for the unconquerable Brothers of Dobrzyn, MaHaBone compiles 4 massive compositions along with several smaller pieces and is truly an epic double album of reclusive analog fetish and cryptic occult voyage. Using ancient modular synth, homemade oscillators, altered organ, reverb tanks, metal frame, damaged effects and chthonic invokation to create dark meditations in electronic pathworking and explorative divination through additive synthesis.::. this is by far thee most bloody sacrifice. Horror Electronics in the twilight of the Kali Yuga. Light a candle and sharpen your blade.

In his first solo musical adventure since the death of his band Trollmann Av Ildtopperg, Mordraaneth (the ancient purveyor of Cosmic keys to Gates Unknown) has truly risen to a new level beyond his previous mastery of transcendental Doom meditations. In many ways this album is the most focused, captivating and fantastic album in his repertoire. Taking equal cues from Terry Riley, Burzum, Mortiis and Klaus Schulze, this 2xCDR set collects nearly two hours of lush compositions using organ, synth, harpsichord, piano and many more incredible sounds. Mordraaneth has crafted strange and timeless invocations with a level of vision and inspiration that far exceeds modern standards in Cosmic, Fantasy and Dark Ambient musics. Truly he is high on the throne of madness, composing these cinematic journeys and taking us with him through the forests of darkness and into the depths of thee Celestial Coma.