Animal Collective-Merriweather Post Pavillion*Link Re-Upped*

Choo Ja Kim





Choo Ja Kim- Golden Hit Album

Reverend Green/Drawlings-Be Good To The Earth This Year 7"

Wyld Wyzrds-We are Everyone





HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!

Telepathe-Dance Mother

Dreams in a Mirror Field-S/T




















Don Cherry-Brown Rice































Sic Alps-Pleasures and Treasures


































Souley Kante-Bi Magne

Bon Iver-Blood Bank

Sun Araw-Beach Head





















Magic Lantern-High Beams

Kria Brekkan-Apotropaiosong Armor

Eccentric Soul: The Young Disciples





















Ann Peebles-Straight From the Heart

Blank Dogs-On Two Sides


















Blank Dogs-The Fields EP













After taking some legal advice from someone who's opinion on these sorts of things I hold in high regard I'm relatively confident that I can't be prosecuted for most of the links I have posted. I can really only have my blog eventually shutdown. So fuck you and your army of laywers, you bloated horder of intellectual property! I defy you!!

as is sometimes the case in life, Kanye West has personally fucked me. Yesterday, I might have posted a link to his new album somewhere online. Upon waking up this morning I discovered an email in my inbox comprised of a bunch of legal jargon and the dreaded acronym RIAA. After initially freaking out and parsing over all the litigious mumbo jumbo a few hundred times I've come to the conclusion that I'm not being sued. It was essentially notification from blogger that they've taken down the post in which the link initially surfaced after having received a cease and desist from the RIAA. But that's a little too close for comfort and enough to make me consider going underground for awhile. I haven't totally made up my mind. Part of me thinks I'm pretty much in the clear since I don't actually upload any files myself and instead merely share pre-exisiting links. But another part of me says that doesn't matter for shit. Perhaps I'll simply start a new invite only blog tucked away in some inconspicuous corner of the internet, since the entire point of Beulahland in the first place was to share music with my friends.

Amadou & Mariam-Welcome to Mali

Cat Power-Dark End of the Street

















Prurient-The Black Post Society

Lilypad-Capacitor

Dent May-The Good Feeling Music Of Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele






HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!!!

Q-Tip-The Renaissance




Recommended!

Reality Bites-OST


















10,000 Maniacs-Our time in Eden


























Elvis Costello-Armed Forces

Animal Collective-Brothersport

Fennesz-The Black Sea





HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!

Natural Snow Buildings-Sundowner

Yussuf Jerusalem-A Heart Full of Sorrow

The Flaming Lips-Christmas on Mars

Glass Candy-Deep Gems: A Collection of Singles, B-sides, and Rarities

Prop 8 passing is one thing. But the fact that essentially the same bans passed in Arizona and Florida AND that Arkansas now prohibits unmarried sexual partners (which is an underhanded and sleazy way of saying gay and lesbian couples) from ADOPTING CHILDREN is too much. Last night for the first time EVER in my life I felt a little bit proud to be from where I'm from. But to have so many people currently espousing the significance of tolerance and change and equality and vomiting up all this rhetoric about what a huge leap we've just made as a country and a people, to have so many of the same people walk into a voting booth and fundamentally legislate hate really puts a sour taste in my mouth. I'm trying to stay positive and be hopeful and I do recognize the far reaching positive effects this presidential election has the potential to have. But it's a little bit harder now to buy into it. Because I know, even if no one else does, that nobody is free until everybody is free.

Windsurf-Coastlines




nature scenes are the new deer heads in album artwork, apparently.

Better Beatles- Mercy Beat
they really are better.
















Plastic People of the Universe- Hovezi Porazka (beef slaughter)
It's too bad more people didn't turn out for the Plastic People's set at Black Swamp... There's usually not much of a chance to hear gloomy dissonant skronk/druggy sludge rock in downtown BG on Sunday mornings. But it was a pretty mind melting weekend nonetheless, between meeting Vratislav and Jiri smoking cigarettes on the curb outside Easy Street, them singing about all the drugs they've done, and Vratislav getting so drunk behind the main stage Saturday night that he fell on some children. I don't think we'll see the likes of them in town again. This is one of their albums from the 80s which is a romantic tale of slaughtering and eating a cow in one day. You can read the incredible History of the Plastics here, and I'll leave you with the words to Kanarek.

Kanarek (Little Canary)

The canary died
or maybe he croaked
someone snuffed him
or scooped him up

The canary knew
some beautiful songs
old songs, older still
than old gothic

Hey, dead canary
sing those songs again
so my buddies at least
will know the words

-Petr Lampl

Kate Bush-Hounds of Love






This is definitely one of my favorite albums of all time and I've realized more and more how much it's informed my own music. Along with the title track, 'Cloudbusting' and 'Jig of Life' (no cracks about Irish heritage, please) are the sort of things I think of when the subject of religious experience comes up in conversation. Last night a friend ventured that she's sort of like the female David Bowie. In certain ways this statement is totally right on. It's somewhere between the queer theatrical pomp involved and the completely unbridled or uninhibited creative underpinning of their respective catalogs.

Hounds of Love has, for me, an intense feminine presence as well. Not just as a result of its emotional breadth. I'm reminded of listening to Marshall and Mark J wistfully opining in great detail of their love of women. Both of them continually would return to the same ethereal, mysterious ubiety that permeates Kate Bush's music. I'll stop short of any condescending claims that this is due to her being a 'powerful' woman. But it is possibly the most immediate and fundamental element of Hounds of Love.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!!!


"never never say goodbye
to that part of your life.

no no no nono
'let me live'
she said
'come on let me live'
-from Jig of Life



With that out of the way, I'm gonna go get drunk and watch Obama take the white house. WOO!!

Fennesz-Saffron Revolution





























Hercules & Love Affair




Formatting images on Blogger is officially really fucking annoying.

Black Milk-Tronic

The Present-World I See





Happy Halloween! Everybody have a safe and fun werewolf bah mitzvah! Spooky, Scary!

Greg Weeks-The Hive

Best known for his work with Philadelphian psychedelic folksters Espers, Greg Weeks returns with his new album ‘The Hive’. Key to the album's sound was the acquisition of a vintage Mellotron keyboard and there’s even a cover version of Madonna’s ‘Borderline’. Recommended.

SunflowerChakraMilk












Broadcast-The Future Crayon



Dear Broadcast,

Please make a new album soon.


Thanks,

Joel














Tobacco-Fucked Up Friends







Black Moth Super Rainbow mastermind, Tobacco, has a solo album that essentially sounds like a Black Moth Super Rainbow record. The beats are a little harder, and Aesop Rock *yawn* lends his vocals a song. But at the end of the day, even slightly out of focus, it's unrecognizable from Dandelion Gum. I'm not necessarily suggesting that that's a bad thing. Just don't believe the hype about it being a departure from his main project.




Lastly, check out this puppy that boy Shannon put in my email. Have a good Halloween weekend.

The Fun Years-Baby, It's Cold Inside





















Final Fantasy-Spectrum, 14th Century EP





















Keiran Hebdan & Steve Reid-NYC



















The Shout Out Louds-Our Ill Wills

Valgeir Sigurðsson-Ekvílibríum



Has worked on virtually every Bjork album since Vespertine as well as Bonnie 'Prince' Billy's 'The Letting Go'. Will Oldham guests.













Riceboy Sleeps-s/t





Ambient stuff from Jón Þór Birgisson of Sigur Rós and his boyfriend, Alex Somers.

DJ Rupture-Uproot





































Little Joy-s/t