COMING SOON
B-SIDE BOMBS: 1970-1975
Rockers too pure to stop! Boppers too cocksure to flop!
They crept forth — under cover of night — from the B-Side!!
Now they are unleashed upon you!!!
Lock up your daughters!!!!
From the thick opiate fog of 1970, when their singer was publicly presumed dead, to his triumphant Technicolor return and the blitzed, bone-bruised curtain call of 1975, The Get Quick were an apparition in motion—a machine of longing grace, a phoenix risen from failure, feedback and fire. These thirteen tracks—thirteen, yes, and what number could be more apt—form a crooked frame around that mythic era, strung like pearls which sing in a chorus of shimmering resonances.
Hear them ring.
The Eastern Rock Block
People call these works The Eastern Rock Block, not because they form a movement, or evoke a country, or emulate a border checkpoint. But because they feel like all those things.
Two albums. Recorded in a city trembling beneath satellite ghosts and street fans. Chișinău, Summer 2020—when the old world coughed and a new world hatched, and no one could yet decide on a name. The Get Quick set up in a shuttered cultural center with cracked linoleum floors and bullet holes left naked in the stairwells. They tuned their instruments to the electrical grid and wailed for the blackout.
And the records they made?
They don’t sing so much as singe — as they slowly burn through your clothing.
Bomp&Grime
Strategy&Starvation
The JangleGothTrilogy
The Get Quick work. They release. They do not explain.
Three albums. Three doors. No map. Only impressions, left like pigeon prints on wet cement—impossible to trace, already fading into timelessness. The Get Quick, of course, never belonged to time. They only borrowed from it, bent it, folded it like paper until the center could no longer be located. The so-called JangleGoth Trilogy (1986–1987, but what use are dates when the sound persists beyond decay?) was more than a mere fleeting era. It was a condition of existence.
No mere syndrome of style, but a trap disguised by shimmer.
Guitars like church bells dipped in icewater. Harmonies hanging in the air like the wrong smile for a funeral. Because beneath the sugar, there is salt—bitterness blooming in the spaces between lyrics, in the hesitation before the second chorus. These albums ask, gently at first: What if the song doesn’t save you? What if melody is the mask that lets the wound smile?
Come, let us step into the diagram.
Waltz Into Darkness
That Hellish Tinge
The Place Of Dead Roads
The Space Boot Brothers
It began, as these things often do, with a prefab accident. Two albums, same date: February 17th, 2004. No explanatory note, no press statement, no marketing cycle. Only the look, the sound, feel.
The pair have become known in fan circles as “The Space Boot Brothers.”
How? Why? Who can really say? Theories abound... “Boot” is german for Boat, ergo “Ship.” And spaceships, space exploration and alien encounters were potent themes in the 70s. But, in a more “down to earth” observation, some have pointed out that both album covers also feature footwear. One worn down, the other glowing and winged. Footwear, or vessels? Shoes, or ships? Language, or cipher? No one could say. Not definitively.
But regardless, one thing is clear: the band released them on the same day for a reason. Because you can’t split a secret and keep it true.
Two hemispheres of one damaged brain. The left channel searching for the right. A narrator who disappears between parentheses. Yet together, they make a system.
You can listen to them separately. But they will not stay that way. Sooner or later, they will find each other. Inside your head. Where they were meant to meet all along.
GUTTERFUNK
RADNOR ROLLS
The Legendary Masters
Never before released versions of twelve mythic hits from the band’s classic era of midcentury pop.
“Escargot for the ears.” — Khan Singh
CLAIM II FAME
THE LONG AWAITED REDUX!
Twelve revered tracks restored to screaming life from recently unearthed master tapes.
FLASH ACTION
NO LABEL, NO BARCODE, NO ESCAPE.
“Understand, this isn’t some nostalgia trip. It’s an emergency override signal.”
— Mitchell Joy (interrøgated, 2025)
Flip through the stacks of the ever-expanding back catalog for those timeless hits, alluring deep cuts, and fabled recordings once thought lost to legend.
They’re all here.
With even more erstwhile crowd-pleasers, beloved curiosities, and newly unearthed mythic transmissions continuously arriving — awaiting your rediscovery...
