FREE DOWNLOAD : SUPER REVERB LIVE IN MARSEILLE
SUPER REVERB : I`M IN SO DEEP THAT I`M SO FAR OUT
NEW SUPER REVERB !!!
there are 2 new kptmichigan related releases in preperation……
both will be available as physical and digital releases.
super reverb will be releasing the follow up to their debut album, avant garde is the french word for shit, around about march on the excellent french label Les Disques En Rotin Reunis. it`ll be released on vinyl (comes with free multi format download coupon), limited to 500 copies and the cover is a mind melter of the highest order.
new super reverb songs
the carrot man was here and we finaly got round to making music together again. bellow are 2 songs recorded in 1 evening. enjoy….we did.
Down and Out in Salvador Da Bahia
AVANT GARDE IS THE FRENCH WORD FOR SHIT RE-RELEASE
Ladies and Gentlemen,
we proudly present the digital re-release of the highly psychedelic Super Reverb debut album, Avant Garde Is The French Word For Shit.
A cosmic collaboration between kptmichigan and Jürgen De Blonde aka Köhn and originaly released by Earsugar in 2005 and now sold out, MirrorWorldMusic are re-releasing it as a hi-res 320kbit download only release.
To preview or to buy the album, please click on the image.
This is what Mark Barton of Losingtoday had to say about it :
Here you’ll find a bulging bag of gems with treats for all the family – disconcerting sleepy pop (‘do you want one of these?’), chattering celestial abstract folk pop (as though Animal Collective where on a sabbatical with Sunburned Hand of the Man – ‘Like a Rolling Drone’), psychotropic pop hypnosis (the Sonic Boom homage of the mesmeric mantra ‘Bulgarian Death Drone’ or the gem like lysergic Spacemen 3 psyche blues on the closing ‘This year round there ain’t gonna be no summer’). From the minute the free wheeling abstract off kilter Fall-esque opener ‘Theme from Captain Carrot’ and the curious off balance lazy eyed freak beating wash of ‘Hey Mr Rambler’ veer into view you are immediately put on alert that a strange brew is at work, the haphazard pop matrix is bludgeoned by a wilful sense of black humour that brings with it a decidedly crooked foot print to the proceedings and yet for all that when they do settle down drunken nuggets like ‘Sunday groovy Sunday’ (or the Beefheart meets Zappa meets Zorn curiosity ‘Da Blues’) warm the listening space with an unusual candour that’s both alluring and likewise puzzling. Hand up the back pistol to the head I‘d have to opt for ‘Out comes the sunshine’ as the albums most indicative moment a sly slice of idly ambling pop that mid way through is ripped apart sonic autopsy style leaving both your hi-fi and head shredded from the experience.