A game of damage, liner notes - 

"A game of damage is a reference to Consider Phelbas, which is an incredible book by Iain M. Banks. Damage is a card game enhanced with psychological tokens and emotional pressure by direct mind-to-mind contact, where the "tokens" of play are actual living beings who are killed when a player loses a round." 

"These songs were composed in the spirit of the game of damage, thus resulting in the shredding and altering of existing melodic structures, as well a general sense of chance and destruction." - Daniel Kaufman 

Recorded in San Francisco, mixed & mastered in Austin, Texas.

A Game Of Damage Part 2 by Daniel Kaufman

Hernswolf - slowthaw

Cassette Full Of Black Words And Secrets by Lost Trail

Preview of a track found within an air brick in the now infamous, abandoned former VHS rental shop in West Yorkshire.

The following equipment/non-experiences/non-events were employed in the making of this track -

an old 8 Input 2 Bus Mixer
5 patch cables
a pawn shop guitar
a tremolo arm
a trembling arm
a practice amp
a delay pedal
a fuzz pedal
a Grundig Stenorette 2050 
a contact mic
a laptop
a trip to the hospital via The Shay Stadium
a copy of 'The Lady in the Looking Glass' by Virginia Woolf"

the mark on the wall by hole house

Track found within an empty takeaway container in the now infamous, abandoned former VHS rental shop in West Yorkshire.

The following equipment/non-experiences/non-events were employed in the making of this track -

an old 8 Input 2 Bus Mixer
5 patch cables
a pawn shop guitar
a tremolo arm
a trembling arm
a practice amp
a delay pedal
a fuzz pedal
a Grundig Stenorette 2050 
a contact mic
a laptop
nausea
anger at life
feelings of hopelessness


the other side of despair by hole house

'Hereto I come to view a voiceless ghost;
Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me?
Up the cliff, down, till I'm lonely, lost,
And the unseen waters' ejaculations awe me.
Where you will next be there's no knowing,
Facing round about me everywhere,
With your nut-coloured hair,
And gray eyes, and rose-flush coming and going.
Yes: I have re-entered your olden haunts at last;
Through the years, through the dead scenes I have tracked you;
What have you now found to say of our past -
Viewed across the dark space wherein I have lacked you?
Summer gave us sweets, but autumn wrought division?
Things were not lastly as firstly well
With us twain, you tell?
But all's closed now, despite Time's derision.
I see what you are doing: you are leading me on
To the spots we knew when we haunted here together,
The waterfall, above which the mist-bow shone
At the then fair hour in the then fair weather,
And the cave just under, with a voice still so hollow
That it seems to call out to me from forty years ago,
When you were all aglow,
And not the thin ghost that I now frailly follow!
Ignorant of what there is flitting here to see,
The waked birds preen and the seals flop lazily,
Soon you will have, Dear, to vanish from me,
For the stars close their shutters and the dawn whitens hazily.
Trust me, I mind not, though Life lours,
The bringing of me here; nay, bring me here again!
I am just the same as when
Our days were a joy, and our paths through flowers.'

After A Journey by Thomas Hardy.

This track features on this release - https://argalirecordsnetlabel.bandcamp.com/album/saudade

we haunted here together by hole house

'I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, 
There's nothing lovely here; 
And doubly will the dark world grieve me, 
While thy heart suffers there. 

I'll not weep, because the summer's glory 
Must always end in gloom; 
And, follow out the happiest story— 
It closes with a tomb! 

And I am weary of the anguish 
Increasing winters bear; 
Weary to watch the spirit languish 
Through years of dead despair. 

So, if a tear, when thou art dying, 
Should haply fall from me, 
It is but that my soul is sighing, 
To go and rest with thee.'

Stanzas by E.B.

I only came here to say goodbye by kindred spirits

“I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss... .” 

― Aleister Crowley

missing (teeth) by slowthaw

Track 6 on https://argalirecordsnetlabel.bandcamp.com/album/dream-topography

the period of the sleeping fits by e. mordrake

Track captured by Alistair Thaw at Border Lair bedroom studio, Sowerby Bridge, Hell.

Recorded Winter 2017-2018.

23 by e. mordrake

A singular release concerning a one-off individual. 

A parasitic twin cursed with two faces. An embodied Janus. 

What did he see in her? 

What did she see in him? 

Edward Mordrake committed suicide at the age of 23. 

"I first heard of the 23 enigma from William S Burroughs, author of Naked Lunch, Nova Express, etc. According to Burroughs, he had known a certain Captain Clark, around 1960 in Tangier, who once bragged that he had been sailing 23 years without an accident. That very day, Clark’s ship had an accident that killed him and everybody else aboard. Furthermore, while Burroughs was thinking about this crude example of the irony of the gods that evening, a bulletin on the radio announced the crash of an airliner in Florida, USA. The pilot was another Captain Clark and the flight was Flight 23." 

- Robert Anton Wilson. 

“All landscapes are populated by a loved or dreamed-of face,” and they, “develop a face to come or already past.” 

- Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari. 

N.B. Please listen to this release in darkness using earphones/headphones.

lovely as a dream, hideous as a devil mixtape by e. mordrake

"I can see that lost look 
etched onto the surface of my faces" 

e.m.

faces of others (haunt you forever) by e.mordrake

Mast by Wheal

All sounds recorded & assembled by Radio Free Ul-quoma at The Rustbelt, Ravenholm, Co. Durham.

Northern Discomfort 

Northern Discomfort by Radio Free Ul-quoma

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