Sleep To Dream Of Waking

Not too many moons into the near future the good people at Absolutely Kosher will be releasing Revenge, The Rollercoaster Project’s debut album which has seriously knocked us all for sixxx. A positively awesome mindmelt of crystal chamber compositions, bleeding wire computer balladry, and shards of black metal noise filtered through the mind of Hans-Joachim Roedelius and transformed into ethereal synthesizer blossom, that sounds like the sonic imagining of a particularly hazy-eyed, pastel dew saturated John Hughes melodrama stuck inside a Philip K. Dick universe of angst ridden androids troubled by thoughts they were never programmed to have, broken animatronic beauty queens who lay atop giant scrape heaps hidden away in silver forests crying chrome tears looking for meaning in the star maps of the night skies, and loners with vesicle pisces signs in their eyes that refuse to fade away with the passing(?) of time, who aimlessly wander vast neon expanses consumed by seemingly unanswerable questions of the demiurge. In other words…seriously vital stuff.

The Rollercoaster Project – What Happened

With one foot in a cold and violent dystopic tomorrow and another in the dirt of a yesteryear consumed with mystic practice and native traditions, off in the backwoods clattering and banging away with fervent primitive abandon we find Peace In, making the kind of shamanic dance racket we’ve come to love the likes of Raccoo-oo-on and Liars in witching mode for conjuring up in the past.

Peace In – Pyramid of Sun in the Heavens

Committed in the name of necromancy, death drums pound a pagan beat and an electronic battle siren siphons into the sky at dawn, for feral spirits incapable of rest, their beings rooted in the earth, but their arms forever outreached for the cosmos, to emerge from the ground and the trunks of ancient trees to partake in the frenetic broken bone-rave that shakes birds into blizzards, creating the type of devotional dancefloor where we wish we could spend an eternity.

Ben Butler &  Mouse Pad continue speeding down the luminescent neon lanes of a chromatically over-stimulated utopia, we would be hard-pressed to find music so simultaneously epic and good-humoured anywhere else in the vast swathes of land which we behold from our tower of old comic-books ad discarded technology, Electric Bamber-boo is like the hyper-muscular shadow of a Boris Vallejo character skanking across the neat lanes of a 2-dimensional 1950s boulevard illustrated by Hergé, surely the unhinged telepathic projection from a deluded genius in a Philip K. Dick novella, i.e. tune  (and second reference to the man in the post, it’s a good one).

Ben Butler and Mouse Pad- Electric  Bamber-Boo

Ben Butler is looking for a record label to publish wonders such as this, get in touch with him if you have any tips. Also, you can purchase a similarly sweet tune, ‘Super Motion’, from ten tracks.

And before we finish, here you have a message from our friends at Sex is Disgusting records, who have a bunch of super-sweet things ready to you this year: help out, spread the word.

We need a label logo. Help.

We need a versatile, simple, striking design that will work well large or small.

Look at old punk and hardcore labels/bands/flyers etc for inspiration. Check out the bands we’ll be releasing (Human Hair, Graffiti Island, Mazes, Thee Pharoahs).

Your design will feature on many different formats…website, records, posters, badges, t-shirts etc.

We want one black and white version and one two colour version of your design and we need it asap (deadline first week of February).

As well as invaluable respect, love and worship you will receive a prize if your design is chosen.