Cosmic Sand Dollars: Requiem for King Dick 12"
The last thing I saw from the Cold Vomit posse was a Uranium Orchard LP that was actually just a piece of pegboard fashioned into the shape of an LP, so just when I thought there was nothing they could do to pleasantly surprise me, they offer up this LP by The Cosmic Sand Dollars (on sister label âOld Cometâ, get it?). Iâm assuming this group is some (if not all?) of Uranium Orchard, but theyâve really found something special here in a seemingly unintentional way, like someone accidentally tripping backward over a duffel bag full of cash. The general premise is âsurf musicâ, but The Cosmic Sand Dollars enhance it, fudge it and drag it over various electronic sound effects and beats, content to casually flow with the tide instead of riding the ripcurl. Itâs perfectly mellow surf guitar with a dirty twist, and Letâs Go Nuclear Woody! ends up in the sonic neighborhood of Young Marble Giantsâ sleepiest instrumentals, a particularly cosmic Dan Melchior outing or Francisco Francoâs lazy-day library music, but ultimately exists solely within its own unique dimension. Very, very weird stuff, in the best way possible of course, and it even comes with a Risograph-printed zine of nuclear surf art thatâs probably going to be worth thousands of dollars some day. In my mind, it already is.
The last thing I saw from the Cold Vomit posse was a Uranium Orchard LP that was actually just a piece of pegboard fashioned into the shape of an LP, so just when I thought there was nothing they could do to pleasantly surprise me, they offer up this LP by The Cosmic Sand Dollars (on sister label âOld Cometâ, get it?). Iâm assuming this group is some (if not all?) of Uranium Orchard, but theyâve really found something special here in a seemingly unintentional way, like someone accidentally tripping backward over a duffel bag full of cash. The general premise is âsurf musicâ, but The Cosmic Sand Dollars enhance it, fudge it and drag it over various electronic sound effects and beats, content to casually flow with the tide instead of riding the ripcurl. Itâs perfectly mellow surf guitar with a dirty twist, and Letâs Go Nuclear Woody! ends up in the sonic neighborhood of Young Marble Giantsâ sleepiest instrumentals, a particularly cosmic Dan Melchior outing or Francisco Francoâs lazy-day library music, but ultimately exists solely within its own unique dimension. Very, very weird stuff, in the best way possible of course, and it even comes with a Risograph-printed zine of nuclear surf art thatâs probably going to be worth thousands of dollars some day. In my mind, it already is.
Original: $2,300.00
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$690.00Description
The last thing I saw from the Cold Vomit posse was a Uranium Orchard LP that was actually just a piece of pegboard fashioned into the shape of an LP, so just when I thought there was nothing they could do to pleasantly surprise me, they offer up this LP by The Cosmic Sand Dollars (on sister label âOld Cometâ, get it?). Iâm assuming this group is some (if not all?) of Uranium Orchard, but theyâve really found something special here in a seemingly unintentional way, like someone accidentally tripping backward over a duffel bag full of cash. The general premise is âsurf musicâ, but The Cosmic Sand Dollars enhance it, fudge it and drag it over various electronic sound effects and beats, content to casually flow with the tide instead of riding the ripcurl. Itâs perfectly mellow surf guitar with a dirty twist, and Letâs Go Nuclear Woody! ends up in the sonic neighborhood of Young Marble Giantsâ sleepiest instrumentals, a particularly cosmic Dan Melchior outing or Francisco Francoâs lazy-day library music, but ultimately exists solely within its own unique dimension. Very, very weird stuff, in the best way possible of course, and it even comes with a Risograph-printed zine of nuclear surf art thatâs probably going to be worth thousands of dollars some day. In my mind, it already is.
