(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

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.

Locked up in the Blood Shed, at least an hour and a half away from the nearest town in southern Wisconsin, these two creeps are the ultimate in redneck psycho electronics and rural industrial mayhem. This is easily one of thee most sick and brutal Power Electronics albums ever, not that you can even squeeze the scope of this record into any typical genre. There is no chance these two dudes have ever heard of the bullshit in your CMIPOD, they are just keeping it real and seriously fucking shit up. Yet, their destructive experiments somehow resulted in four years worth of disturbing and often brilliant sonic debris. Bruce Carkiss released 3 albums and 2 eps, all of which they self-released using whatever packaging materials they could find, often this lead to extremely small editions of beautiful and very personal hand-crafted releases. Of course all of these were quickly given away to close friends of the band and it has been nearly impossible to locate Bruce Carkiss music until now. Here we have released a collection of some their greatest works, excerpted and compiled by Clay Ruby, which we hope to keep in print a little longer than the originals. At times, this sounds like the home movies of the kind of people you city folk would never imagine existed. This is pure raw American grit. Bruce Carkiss are skinny midwestern boys with shotguns and damaged depth perception and they decided to destroy several giant speakers, piles of antique recording equipment, and at least one 4x4 pickup truck. They literally terrorized themselves and everyone around them for over 4 years and this cdr collects the best of the fruits of their great labor. Truly fine Wisconsin Noise. ((limited to 77, first 23 come in slime green jewel cases))

After sitting in the vaults for over a year, this document of the ancient rites by the Sylvester Anfang clan features two long tracks of intense psychedelic boogie. Beyond freedom, beyond the occult.