Planisphere

Static filled signals emanating deep from inside the walls of Laurel Canyon, bouncing off clusters of incipient late century technology, are pulled through the twisted rabbit ears of a Chevy Astro Van. Planisphere. The equivocal sound of hippies fresh from their back-to-land sojourns shuttling drum machines through heart worn aspirations, as if the music section of the Whole Earth Catalog came to life. Let out from astronomy class with an arm full of Brain and Sky label releases, these 9 nomads scribble plein air narrations over a landscape turning its back on the sun. Bask in the reverberations of our celestial home sweet home.

Our Planisphere, for those within the 30-40 degree zone, will provide you with a fairly discernible chart for discovering both deep-sky objects and telluric emotional pulses. By the end of the year, the full series will include ten incredible albums culled from the deepest, weirdest co-op of record enthusiasts ever gathered under one banner. Pairing the idea of the Art of Compilation with living and breathing art, fortune cookies baked in a factory of forgotten dreams. Video games, pyramids, trading cards, matchbooks, mazes, film canisters, yearbooks, and various other exercises in design absurdity.

It features cuts from Circus Underwater, Jack Adkins, Dereck Higgins, Cracky, Jim Van Buskirk etc.