7" compilation thingees from 1995

Here we are.

It's the 13th.

Hayfever #1 (1995)

The profile for this on Discogs states:

Hayfever was a German written magazine which came out very irregularly but always included a 7" containing mostly unreleased tracks. The mag covered anything between early IDM, postrock, psychedelica and experimental. Originally started in Bremen, some staff members later moved on to Hamburg. 

Enlarge the picture if you want to see who's on it. There's a couple of NZ folks and a couple of others. I'm not your monkey.

 Grimsey split (1993)

A split seven inch in only the loosest terms. Both sides are the work of John Crozier who played  lead guitar with the Hang Ups on their first couple records that got posted back in October. (follow the links there on the right. We'll wait.) The two projects are Ninian Hawick and the Shebrews. Both of them had full lengths to go with this taste test. (We'll see if I feel up to it later.)

Things that are...interesting ca. 1982.

Not a whole lot on either of these objects.

Beef Tabloid split (1982)

You can cross Nebraska off your fifty states list.

This single was included with a copy of Beef Tabloid #9, a zine started in Omaha, Nebraska in 1980. The  sum total of which I know about it comes from this.  As for the bands themselves? Nobody knows anything. Even a guy in Nebraska who wrote a music column in 2011 devoted to music from Nebraska seemed mystified and stymied. That should peak your interest at least. Personally I kind of prefer the Bump Fuzz side if for no other reason than I think the moniker is a euphemism from less pubic hair phobic times. A hole is a hole, indeed.

 Venus Dressed in Plastic Garbage (1982)

Meanwhile due east about 1440.8 miles (give or take) in Boston, Mickey Bliss was strapping on his boots and laying down this dark little synth ditty. The title alone qualifies it as a masterpiece. Is this that Cold Wave that I sometimes see listed places where people are wont to endlessly divide music into genres and subgenres and microgenres  until things get so muddled and confused and arguable that the labels themselves lose all sense of meaning? Maybe.