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Lens Records is a Chicago based record label created to help support and distribute the works of artists who prefer to work with a smaller, artist driven label. The label has released a variety of work in different genres including ambient, experimental, dark ambient, electronic, rock, modern classical, electroacoustic and field recordings...
Pygmy Lush formed in the spring of 2005 on the very day that two of their previous bands, Malady and Mannequin broke up. They started out by carrying on much of the same ferocity of their previous endeavors, but a massive change was afoot. Somewhere in their early practices they had started four-tracking several quieter songs with acoustic guitars and minimal percussion. Their first record, Bitter River (Robotic Empire), was comprised of noise-punk tracks mixed in with some of the quieter songs. Those more restrained songs, which had at first been an aside, began to over take the set. Mike Taylor explains, "We liked the quiet stuff so much that we decided that our next plan was to write an entire quiet album." The sound suites them. The songs feel haunted. Still filled to the brim with a sense of abandon, only here they have put down their angst for introspection, traded their aggression for a slow grit. Taylor continues, "We have not stopped playing or touring and we are all sick in the fucking head with music."
Turboslut materialized to resist the meaninglessness consuming its constituents. Ineffable guiding principles, the least of which any common musical purpose, converged in haphazard séance with the astral plane, and an order of four was born: unapologetic, lurching, recklessly honed. An unassuming public bore first witness in harrowing sagas of of collision hypnosis, incantation, and cryptic messaging. To the delight of some and the alarm of many more, the order blossomed into an elusive paradigm of cassette-taped documentation, vague iconography, and live performance as its occult electricity and crushing, unprecedented girl-sludge rent a scorching path across the landscape of a jilted, belligerent counter-culture.
“Both sides contain some of the most honest, unpretentious music I have ever been exposed to, with the songs’ purity somehow untainted by the outside world [...] An essential and utterly engrossing listen.” -ReviewPosse.com
“Turboslut is alternately contradicting, confrontational, and confusing. Mostly, though, it’s charming” - The Onion