Thursday, August 24, 2023


Vhorb
"Pale Corridors Pt.2"
Primitive Temples 013
Edition of 50
Mastered by J.Stillings
2023

New chapters from an old book.
 Tired, subtle rhythms crash onto frigid shores. 
Some signals go unheard.
It was over a long time ago.

Includes insert and stickers.

Vhorb Bandcamp


Monday, November 7, 2022


Vhorb
"Pale Corridors Pt. 1"
Primitive Temples 012
Edition of 50
Mastered by Dan Randall
2022

Memories assemble as patchwork. Despite our solitude, we communicate. Sinister forces haunt the circuitry linking sender and receiver. Hallucinations born from the void multiply to a groundswell. The signal drowns. Interference is the medium. 

A voice calls out in distress. A blade flashes in moonlight. Liminal apparitions transgress fractured cognizance. Recurrent evolutions coalesce toward purity. Material is our reality, ascended from dreams.

Did pain come first? Or hatred? Both transform those strong enough to grow old.


Friday, April 2, 2021


Rancid Vat/Shirley Temple Split
Primitive Temples 007
Edition of 66
2021

Veteran heavy hitters Rancid Vat team up with grind punks, Shirley Temple on this split release.

Rancid Vat offer up 2 tracks of doom tinged, chaotic punk rock and roll. Dirt kickin',drug fueled zombies lay waste to the first side of this tape.

Shirley Temple blaze through 9 songs in 10 minutes, leaving the listener in a daze. Churning, buzzing, relentless. A White knuckle fever dream.
Shirley Temple  "Texas Snowflake"



Brian Slaughter
"Untitled"
Primitive Temples 010 
Edition of 50
Mastered by J. Stillings
2021

This is a transmission/translation. 

Caustic signals, wave after wave, disappear into the void. Glowing. Ruined. Apart. From the bog, a reptilian death meditation. Infected mouths whisper. Blissless. Cosmic dismay surrounds invisible enemies. Setting Fires. Dark red. Beauty did not disappoint.

In the ossuary, bundles of bones turn to dust. In solitude I survive. Time keeper, protected by skepticism. "Did I die here?" Chanting vipers, from the south, are mangled below dismal stars. Screams make them dream of horrible altars. There were others. This is not enough. 



Sunday, December 6, 2020


"For Their Graves"
Primitive Temples 011
Edition of 10
2020

For Their Graves belies the simple premise of a horror short to deliver an experiential reckoning with one’s own understanding of the unknown. The viewer is greeted with conventional images before transitioning in both startling and gradual movements toward an infernal symbolism which may or may not be indecipherable. A journey in which the exterior world is beheld and forsaken for interior psychogeographies. To contextualize this work within the cinematic landscape, imagine the following: the kinetic psychedelia of Jodorowsky condensed into a logic of stark blacks and whites; an 80s slasher flick infused with the narrative mysticism of Lynch; Kenneth Anger’s ritual Satanism for the digital age; a spiritualized Nick Zedd not on acid. Genre tropes are acknowledged and disregarded. Semblances of tradition can be parsed out. Traces of dialogue act as touchstones for the uninitiated. When all impurities have burned away, a mosaic of visions coalesce into a singular image both sacred and profane. 


For Their Graves was filmed in Portland, Maine in 2019 & 2020.

Tuesday, March 26, 2019




Vhorb
"Adversary"
Primitive Temples 009
Edition of 75
Mastered by J.Stillings
2019

A Lifetime of error.




Leg Market
"Final Arrangement"
Primitive Temples 008
3"cdr
Edition of 45
Mastered by J. Stillings
2019

     Elements of a Ligeti’s ethereal, disembodied choirs float atop an unsettling tone, swaying in diseased winds as the harpies beckon their unwitting victims near.  Approaching the tonal complexity and long-form tension of ecstatic vocal torture and electronic pulse that modern avant garde masters of the twentieth century like Luigi Nono brought, Leg Market initiates an atmosphere of paranoid delusion and wide-eyed dread to the late night listener. The listener is immersed in a dense bath of sound for a quarter hour before dissolving into tape machine stutter in its dying breath.