New Releases now available & Overstock Clearance

TERMINAL GIRLS - "WEIRD LIGHTS" LP /MP3'S
A bass tone like a warped broadcast barely winning it's fight with am radio fuzz. A hypnotizing keyboard that sounds like someone crafted an infernal machine from the toy section of a resale shop. Hailing from Detroit, damaged new-wave duo TERMINAL GIRLS' debut Weird Lights LP on FDH records avoids the lo-fi trappings of layers and layers of tape hiss and clipping vocals buried in the mix to deliver something that's clean enough to bore itself right into your brain and dare you to drill a hole in your skull so it can escape. Become a cosmonaut from an alternate past that sets out on a voyage to deep space to find god's skeletal remains. That vast, empty boring part of outer space is no longer boring, and is more vast, more empty. You are so lonely and depressed that you want to commit suicide but Weird Lights force you to have a one man dance party instead. The beats drill into your body, reaching speeds that should be too fast to dance to but aren't. None of this makes you feel any better about freezing to death in your spacesuit, but you've lived for so long you can't care anymore. Like a less self conscious THE SCREAMERS, unconcerned with trying to sound punk and artsy, but they manage to do it effortlessly. Sometimes it becomes so catchy but alienated it could have come from some sewer dwelling mole-man mid 90s boy-band. FDH is unleashing TERMINAL GIRLS' Weird Lights LP early 2011, so you have about a year to listen to it every day before the world ends. Concerned you cant carry your LP around and listen to it everywhere? Don't worry, it comes with a free MP3 download code. Weird Lights is limited to 300 copies, so grab a copy before you have to fight some mutant for it. LP limited to 300 copies each with a free MP3 download code. Get a sneak peak of the song at terminalgirls.bandcamp.com ( press release written by Jon Carpus)


RAMMA LAMMA - "SELF TITLED" 7" / MP3'S
Where you were in 2002?

Were the Atom Smashers the band for you?

Wore a chain-wallet

And you thought you looked slick

Well all you goys really make me sick

As the sun mercifully sets upon the leaky bucket and ransom note tapestries of so much received punk rock wisdom– nothing good after ‘Nuggets’ and before ‘The Ramones,’ Status Quo looking better in lace than in denim, Rip Off Records being anything other than embarrassing – there now un-sprawls a veritable Fulda Gap of credibility wherein nothing is true and everything is remitted. A surfeit of space – a kind of scrub lebensraum interzone – wide open and just-fertile-enough to support the casting of whole new herds of sacred ceremonial cattle, fed/weaned upon the kind of wild assertions and mild-boogie-sauce-sounds previously confined strictly to the ghettoes and tree-houses of fetishistic, male-dominated DJ nights. Now it’s fetishistic niche rock ‘n’ roll; if not a new golden age for rock, at least a fresh cast of clichés!

Ramma Lamma! It’s obvious in every way; in its trappings, deliveries, references and band name. Subtle as a flying mallet, which, if you’re still taking your drinks mixed, indicates to me that you should probably stick to sipping daiquiris with your girlfriends and let this double-shot of sound alone. You may recognize the faces (Ex - Plexi 3 / Kill-A-Watts) and you may even recognize the names, but in the true spirit of budget Paul Gadd-style reinvention you’ll doubtful recognize the dance moves. Boogie! ‘Big Street Time’ (sung by Rye Anne) sounds like Mud’s ‘Dynamite’ arm-wrestling ‘Supersonic’ by Andy Bown in the zebra crossing to Hustler’s ‘High Street’ in the best hyperbolic sense of the compare (the lyrics are about partying). ‘True Life Stories’ (dulcetly delivered by Wynn Dee) brings to mind a lost track from ‘Submarine Tracks & Fools Gold’ with the guitar line sounding utterly Chiswick-ic (and the lyrics personally resonating with this failed soft-drugs user; they’re about partying too).

Whilst so many of their contemporaries continue to dig themselves ever deeper into a one-dimensional Sha Na Na pit of pizza, Whoa-Ohs and Bay Area pop-punk gold lame, Ramma Lamma choogle on down the line with the sweat of Frut, Flash Cadillac and the Flamin’ Groovies. If these guys were younger than me, I’d probably hate them. Recommended to fans of rock, ‘n’, roll and alcoholism.



SHOUT RAMMA LAMMA!

Are you a square?

How gray is your hair?

Are you a nerd?



Or just a garage punk turd?

7" Limited to 500 copies each with a free MP3 download code.Please note limited edition double 7" covers are not in stock so they will not ship for a few more weeks. Get a sneak preak of the songs at rammalamma.bandcamp.com
(press release written by teenagegurls)



TOKYO ELECTRON - AZ238 LP (repress) - Back in stock only 100 at FDH!!!!!!



Clearance items - In order to make some space in my room for new releases im selling off some older stock at discounted prices. In order to get the clearance pricing you must order at least 1 new item. To place an order with any of these items please e-mail me direct and I will give you a price including shipping.


Armedalite Rifles - Shambolics Indeed - double LP - $13 / CD $4
Destruction Unit - Eclipse LP - $9
Doctor Scientist - Prehistoric Times LP - $8 / CD $3
Eartmen and Strangers LP - $7
Kidnappers - Ransom Notes LP $7
Mac Blackout - Western Blue LP $7
Mickey - 12"ep $10
Poppers 12"ep $7
Truthdealer - The Contrarian LP $7
Women - No Reasons LP $8
Blowtops - Brainshaker 7" $1.50
Digital Leather - Power Surge 7" $2
Doctor Scientist / Octagon Control - split 7" $1.50
Strange Attactor - Just looking 7" $2.50
Sudden Walks - Haulin ass 7"$2
Women - self titled 7" $ 1.50
Digital Leather - Blow Machine CD $2
Lunch With Beardo - Surrealistic Picnic CD $1
Terror Visions - World of Shit CD $3




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