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COIL

Queens Of The Circulating Library (first time on vinyl!)

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Queens Of The Circulating Library stands alongside Time Machines and Nurse With Wound’s Soliloquy For Lilith as a post-industrial pinnacle of sensory-warp...
COIL

Musick To Play In The Dark² (2022 reissue)

limited indies only transparent clear 2lp w/ lunar art etched on d-side + download - £26.99 | Buy
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Among the staggering string of late-era masterpieces they produced is lunar opus Musick To Play In The Dark, widely hailed as an artistic zenith upon its releas...
COIL

Musick to Play In The Dark (2020 reissue)

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Few groups in recent history forged as confounding and alchemical a body of work as Coil, the partnership of Peter 'Sleazy' Christopherson and John Bala...
Constant Shallowness Leads To Evil (reissue)

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  1. Higher Beings Command
  2. I Am The Green Child
  3. Beige
  4. Lowest Common Abominator
  5. Free Base Chakra
  6. Tunnel Of Goats
  7. Tunnel Of Goats

COIL

Constant Shallowness Leads To Evil (reissue)

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  • limited clear 2lp

    Released: 12th Aug 2022

    £29.99
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  • cd

    Released: 26th Aug 2022

    £11.99
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one of the group’s most miasmic and mind-expanding creations, on par with 'Time Machines' – a sustained divination of shuddering, psychoactive noise, rippling with the motion sickness of an all-seeing eye.

Thighpaulsandra characterizes the album as “an exercise in brutality,” born from a thorny patch of his Serge modular unit that Peter “Sleazy” Christopherson found entrancing. Processing this sliver of electronics into a ravaged labyrinth was a trial and error process, aided by Christopherson’s visual sense of sound, stretching and manipulating it for maximum spatial disorientating. Frequencies nauseously crawl across the stereo field, burrowing into the ear like a sinister brainwashing experiment. An outlier / centerpiece is the 13-minute alien tribalist sea shanty, “I Am The Green Child,” guided by John Balance’s sung-spoken free verse concerning vengeance, oblivion, and insanity, culminating in the memorable refrain, “We're swimming in a sea of occidental vomit.” But the rest of the record seethes in unhinged instrumental chaos, divided into 18 micro-movements of a composition called “Tunnel Of Goats.” Intended to scramble the functionality of a CD player’s shuffle mode, the piece throbs, thrashes, and flatlines in compressed frenzies of twisted synthesis, at the threshold of some bottomless purgatory, forbidding and unknown.