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Brothers of the Occult Sisterhood -
"Suppress (Detached) Orchestra" 

Audio Clip


"Suppress (Detached) Orchestra" is the vinyl debut for Australia's
Brothers of the Occult Sisterhood. BOTOS is centered around
Michael Donnelly and a revolving cast of free thinkers who exist
collectively as musicyourmindwillloveyou and have released a myriad
of post-psychedelic free drone action on a wide variety of formats, 
culminating with "Goodbye," released in 2006 by Digitalis.

The LP consists of two side-long freakouts, the first recorded in
2006 by the latest incarnation of the group, and the second by the 
original duo lineup of Michael and his sister Kristina, recorded in 2004.
Because of this difference, both temporal and in personnel, each side
is immediately distinct in sound. Lurching, shamanistic percussion,
 sonorous cello, snarling, blistering psych guitar, shambling piano,
and a wealth of other heaving, joyous sounds congeal and morph 
in this fascinating journey through the minds of Australia's most
wrecked sons and daughters.


LP
(ltd. 300)


$15ppd US













$19 World














Praise for Brothers of the Occult Sisterhood:

"This shadowy outfit steered by the shamanic presence of Michael Donnelly
 has always aimed for sound-scape as pre-civilisation ritual, sitting cross-legged
 in the middle of a triangle with tribal psych-folk, AMM-style improvisation and Asian
 devotional music as its vertices. At the risk of muddying the geometry, there are a 
lot of parallels between these influences, and the cohesive/immersive BOTOS sound 
can be somewhat attributed to the divinity that exists at their confluence."
-Tony Dale (Terrascope)

"These siblings are high on PCP and armed with a wicked arsenal of psychfuzz 
guitar, and splattery tribal acid fried drumming. Wide open expanses of space
 rock drift, shimmery woodwinds and abstract guitar figures floating above a
 dense whirl of Amon Duul like rhythms, this is NNCK lost in the Australian 
outback desperately jamming in the hopes of some passing plane overhead 
hearing the ruckus and coming in for a closer look, or Sunburned Hand Of The
 Man gone native, trying to appease the Gods with their mysterious musical
 offering. Free forest folk hovering in a dense cloud of bong smoke, krautrocky
 jams that just sort of splintered into pieces and became a weightless jumble of
 chimes and clatter and guitar rumble and twang." - Aquarius Records

"These guys still remind me of Death Kit/Moon Scolds-era Cul de Sac with
 a whole seam of damaged devotional krautrock held firmly in the hand of a
 group of thinkers capable of playing their way out of any structural bag you
 might wanna throw at them. Great cultic jam moves rendered in comparatively
 pristine form." - David Keenan (Volcanic Tongue)




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