[engl] Lost love songs and self-pressed pop acetates by this previ- ously unheard Californian folk duo from beneath the shadows of the Hollywood Hills These recordings of unreleased and unknown American acidic folk and acoustic pop were made in the late 60s by husband and wife duo Don & Stevie Gere. For over 40 years they've sat untouched and unplayed in a box of unmarked studio tapes at their family home in Los Angeles. As original pop songs and guitar based arrangements from the man who made the stoner psych soundtrack for cult movie Werewolves On Wheels, these rescued one-off pressings were sung in harmo- ny with his teenage sweetheart and lifelong partner, Stevie Howard, recorded at LA based walk-in studio sessions. Sprouting a missing branch in the family tree of L.A. based artists like Curt Boetcher and Doug Rhodes (The Millennium), Waddy Wachtel (Buckingham Nicks) David Gates (Bread) and members of The Steve Miller Band, this LP includes original versions of tracks written for or featuring all of the above as well as destroyed and unreleased film music. What might have been considered “lost” treasure until now has remained previ- ously unshared outside of the duo's own private relationship, and presents fans of obscure folk and privately produced pop with a unique LP that defies collectability and paints a fuller picture of a lesser-spotted enigma in uninhabited unison with his closest musical confidant.

[engl] B-movie junkies, gather round and prepare yourselves for what could only be described as a cinematic speedball. Take a combined hit of two of the most potent strains of toxic cinema, dress it up in ritualistic robes and make it dance to the beat of a stoned, motoric, country commune soundtrack. Like an exploito double bill where both films merge into a single feature, this directorial debut by an ex-Roger Corman protege and future Russ Meyer art director (another heady cocktail) is the product of one writing duo’s fleeting time in the driving seat as the moviedrome marathon approached its dwindling finish line. Werewolves On Wheels emerged in 1971 in a climate where the B-movie genre of the previous two decades began to make way for the early glimpses of imported slasher films and video nasties. Entirely out of popular context in 1971, the soundtrack music of Don Gere would perhaps reveal him as the most versatile actor involved in the whole production. Until this point, Don Gere had been a pop folk songwriter and a country music devotee, but while riding with the werewolves, Don Gere became a disjointed psych rock stoner making ritualistic commune country with more coincidentally in common with Germany’s emerging Krautrock scene or the more localised stoner psych of Skip Spence (whose radically ahead of its time LP OAR was recognised by Columbia Records as their lowest selling record in the company’s history). Imagine guitarist Sandy Bull jamming with Munich’s Amon Duul 1 or some Swedish prog outfits like Trad, Gras och Stenar or a sedated Kebnekaise. In comparison to the Curb/Allan scores, for films like Wild Angels, Devil’s Angels, Thunder Alley, and Born Losers (often released on Curb’s own Sidewalk or Tower records), the new music made by Don Gere, only three years down the line, sounds like it’s from an entirely different generation…

[engl] Untameable Anatolian feline fuzzy folk funk finally uncaged. A spontaneous Turkish-Norwegian-Dutch expedition, where seafaring jazz cats entangled with fugitive roadies and Tee-Set mods, makes the story of Durul Gence’s highly anticipated/ill-fated Asia Minor Mission group the stuff of lost-rock legend and remains one of Turkish music’s great “what ifs?” The black cat is finally out of the bag. Having forged a celebrity status as one of Turkey’s premier percussionists and bandleaders, Durul Gence assembled the underground fusion group known as Asia Minor Mission (AMM) in early 1972 (with ?rfan Sumer, O?uz Durukan and U?ur Dikmen) while trying to escape the constant daze of paparazzi camera flashes that followed him across Turkey. During a far-fetched post-gig brainstorm the group pondered relocating to Norway (based on fact that none of them had ever visited the country) when a local seaman who claimed to have recording studio connections in Oslo overheard them. Enlisting the roadie services of a streetwise Istanbul taxi driver friend on the run from the police AMM took the plunge, accepting the sailor’s offer of passage on his next sailing. In these new idyllic surroundings, the same region that played host to fellow Turkish percussionist Okay Temiz, Durul found the peace he desired discovering a muse in Norway’s welcoming creative climate. Much like Bar?? Manço and Mo?ollar in France, Cem Karaca and Gökçen Kaynatan in Germany, Gence’s relationship with Norway rekindled a passion for composition in ways he couldn’t have imagined in his homeland, opening doors thought previously unreachable. As a potential prodigal son for Anadolu pop Durul joined a wider pop-cultural diaspora alongside electronic pioneer Ilhan Mimaroglu, Tülay German (aka Tuly Sand) Karda?lar’s “Alex” Wiska (collaborator with Krautrockers Can) and Maffy Falay from the band Sevda. Despite a blooming fan base and original repertoire the Nordic dream was not to be and after two years without a studio session, AMM called it quits during a tour of Holland after which Durukan and Dikmen went home to join Cem Karaca’s band Dervi?an – Dikmen’s keyboards feature on Finders Keepers releases by Turkish singer Selda (FKR011). Retreating to the city of Delft to ponder his next move, Durul met Peter Tetteroo, former vocalist from successful Dutch psych-pop combo Tee-Set, who also found himself in a lonely boat after the demise of his long-running group. As an AMM fan, Tetteroo suggested they record two Gence penned AMM demos for Dutch Philips signed exotic songbird Sasi Naz at Peter’s home studio. A session was hastily arranged and a talented, yet unconfirmed, guitarist was enlisted. Durul maintains it was the work of Ferry Lever from Tee-Set/After Tea, something Ferry has denied, and with Tetteroo having died in 2002 the question remains. Upon entering the humble studio Durul stumbled upon a skeletal drum kit. Lacking hi-hat, toms or even a snare he cobbled together a bongo and a tambourine and set to work. Together, under the watchful eye of Tetteroo, the pair jammed stripped back versions of the AMM live staples Black Cat and Boo Song, with an added freak factor otherwise missing from their jazzier approach. Laid down in just 30 minutes, with Gence’s accomplished guide vocals and fuzzy overdubs, the rudimentary but professional recordings never made it to Philips execs and the tapes returned to Turkey under Durul’s arm as one of only two documented AMM recordings (the other being a live performance in Oslo’s Hennie-Onstad Art Centre in May 1973). Unintended for commercial release, curiouser and curiouser, Finders Keepers proudly present these previously unheard tracks sourced directly from original tapes, which stand as a testament to the inimitable talent of Gence and the only studio document of the mythical AMM Turk jazz funk troubadours, representing a pop-psych Hollandaise holiday postcard which has taken five decades to be delivered. 45 revolutions later… The cat’s got the cream.

[engl] Sharing social circles and spiritual ideologies with artists such as Iasos, Connie Demby and Deuter, whilst splitting label release schedules with Laraaji, Laurie Spiegel and Wendy Carlos, the unique Florida raised soul mate duo known as Emerald Web released their privately pressed debut LP at an axis where post-prog rock met proto-new age and ambient electronic music. At the turn of the 1980s Bob Stohl and Kat Epple embarked on a ten-year spir- itual journey playing at planetariums and laser shows above the same Californian silicon city that devised the early computer music software, unify- ing their state of the art modular synth soundscapes and organic compositions of flutes, bells and field recordings and furnishing a self-pressed cassette tapeography of inimitable Emerald Web music for their self-funded Stargate label. Having first communicated via the medium of music as flute players at a South Florida jam session the future space music luminaries would be instru- mental in assisting synthesiser companies via feedback and consultancy in developing instruments such as the Lyricon wind synth (favoured by Suzanne Ciani and Bruno Spoerri) and various sponsored machines for Arp, Buchla, EML, Computone and Orchestron. Named after a laser show formation and combining influences from science fiction films, fantasy novels and a broad musical spectrum including Tangerine Dream, Vangelis, It's A Beautiful Day and Goro Yamaguchi, Bob and Kat would balance day jobs as synth program- mers as well as TV and film soundtrackers under the moniker BobKat Productions (counting microscope nature documentarian Carl Sagan amongst their clients) with evening synthesiser shows at galleries, spiritual centres and even punk clubs. This compilation album comprises early tracks from Emerald Web’s debut vinyl release and the following four rare cassette only albums on Stargate Records from 1979-1982 before the band recorded their bestselling (and Grammy nominated) albums for labels affiliated with Germany’s Kuckuck and Larry Fast before Bob Stohl’s sad and untimely death in 1989. Taken from original master tapes and recorded using revolutionary and proto- typal music technology many of these tracks have never been on vinyl or CD until now. Finders Keepers are proud to have worked closely alongside Kat Epple as part of an ongoing Emerald Web/BobKat archival project making these important early electronic/organic musical hybrids available for fans of ambient krautrock, electronic soundtracks, musique concrete, electro and PINA enthusiasts alike. Welcome To The Valley Of The Birds.

[engl] Sharing social circles and spiritual ideologies with artists such as Iasos, Connie Demby and Deuter, whilst splitting label release schedules with Laraaji, Laurie Spiegel and Wendy Carlos, the unique Florida raised soul mate duo known as Emerald Web released their privately pressed debut LP at an axis where post- prog rock met proto-new age and ambient electronic music.Sharing social circles and spiritual ideologies with artists such as Iasos, Connie Demby and Deuter, whilst splitting label release schedules with Laraaji, Laurie Spiegel and Wendy Carlos, the unique Florida raised soul mate duo known as Emerald Web released their privately pressed debut LP at an axis where post-prog rock met proto-new age and ambient electronic music. Notes by Kat Epple When originally released, one music reviewer described Whispered Visions as: “A cosmic tapestry of sound, woven with threads of shimmering synthesizer timbres and luminous flute melodies” This album was made using early synthesizers, sequencers, Lyricon and flutes. When it was recorded in 1980 our synths were regarded as “state of the art” technology. Originally released exclusively on compact cassette it was our second of a total of fourteen independent releases. The band Emerald Web consisted of Bob Stohl and myself and our goal was to create innovative synthesizer orchestration and blend electronic music and acoustic instruments. From 1978 to 1990 we recorded, toured and performed in planetariums whilst composing soundtracks for Carl Sagan, amongst others. Bob and I were consultants for (and were lucky enough to be sponsored by) companies and individuals that were creating the latest music technology. At the time Emerald Web was one of the few “Space Music” bands which performed live in concert using synthesizers and sequencers, most of which had volatile memory and no pre-set sound banks. Unfortunately, Bob passed away in 1990. Since then I have continued to compose music for film and perform in concert as a solo artist, as Emerald Web and with various other ensembles.

[engl] It’s the kind of music that once belonged in Greenwich Village coffee shops – drawing on blues and country as much as folk traditionals – but here distinguished by Tricca’s ability to write simple, emotionally direct songs, combined with her rich, clear voice.... ends up being pretty near perfect.’ Uncut The Giallo princess returns. Raised into a unique pop-cultural landscape surrounded by Giallo comic books, whistling Morricone film scores, vibrant religious imagery and expensive furniture design, Italian born Emma Tricca’s childhood playground formed a very different backdrop to that of the many whispery femme-folk revivalists that have popped up and pooped-out over the last hum- strummed decade. Emma Tricca didn’t fall into a comfy kaftan via her parents bottle fed record collection during her pre-paid college off-years nor was she torn out of a style mag via a few guitar lessons to decorate the post-club chill-out festivals. Emma Tricca is the real deal, unaffected by whimsical press-penchants and influenced by long European road trips, heavy guitar cases and tough love relationships. In danger of spitting paganistic fluff, Emma is simply an ergonomic reaction to her environments and their stories - folk music personified. While splitting her time between Rome and London she awkwardly melts a stiff upper-lip into the hot-blooded passion which has fuelled her finger-picked momentum through all of her adult life. As folk slips from the newspaper colour supplements and becomes a four letter word once again, Emma Tricca basques in its exorcism and stands hand in hand with her peers, counting the likes of John Renbourne, Bonnie Dobson and Judy Collins as friends and stage mates, while eerily drawing comparisons with the lost music of English/Italian 70s acidic folk mystery Mark Fry. Tricca was first recognised by her long black hair, battered guitar case and sturdy Italian heeled boots by Jane Weaver and Andy Votel on stage in 2006. It was ultimately her unique and infectious vocals talents that inspired the Northern non-label bosses to release her unanimously five-star rated debut LP Minor White via the Bird Records imprint, a family of which Emma has been a faithful friend and ambassador ever since. Taking trips across central Europe to the West coast of America and stopping off at too many English, Irish and Welsh Festivals to count in between (Jarvis Cocker’s Meltdown/ Festival No 6/Green Man) the emergence of Emma’s new set of songs-of-experience come from a creative soul that has travelled far, practiced long and shared a heart, through intimate songwriting, with unfaltering abundance. Previously honing her craft with minimum means fuelled by maximum motivation her ability to spontaneously exude yearning melodic handcrafted folk songs to dewy-eyed audiences still renders todays hi-tech back-lines and expensive studios surplus to requirement. 2014 will see Emma undertake more live commitments, as well as her first musical appearance in a film starring Sir Patrick Stuart as she winks back to Cinecittà. On her new LP, Emma, for the first time, embraces the minimal use of mechanical percussion and homemade orchestrations collaborating with Italian and English musicians such as members of Welsh proggists Colorama, Edwyn Collins producer Carwyn Ellis and Sam Mcloughlin (N.Racker) who brings some Northern rural radiophonics to this ROMANtic relic. To subtitle a John Fahey song... behold the Giallo princess.

[engl] Teenage movie maverick meets synth scientist for bespoke Belgian B-movie. One of the rarest vinyl horror soundtracks of all time, 1983’s The Antwerp Killer is the rest of the remarkable homemade electronic experiments of the wunderkind synth designer and his unison with a smart-talking teenage movie maverick to create something almost unfathomable in the process. Combining self-propelled punk attitude and uninhibited confidence, the hyper pro-active work of these DIY prodigies pinpoints an important era where youthful ambition and creative technology meet. By the age of sixteen Eric Feremans started building modulators and eventually his first proto synthesiser. Teaching musicians how this new technology worked became Eric’s mission. He found that in electronic music composition the understanding of the functioning of the machine is part of the musicianship. Without this they were just fooling around with new technology. By the early 70s Eric’s synths were becoming more and more complex and he even played a concert with Belgian electronica pioneer Karel Goeyvaerts. Eric decided to create his own school where he would teach his pupils to make build synthesisers and how to play them. The EEF (from Eric E. Feremans) was created. The build-your-own packages were created by volunteers and around 20 or 30 are said to have been made. After being a guest in a national television show the demand for courses exploded and Eric was lecturing nationally and internationally. Even attracting the king of the Amsterdam Mafia who would be driven down from Amsterdam with two body guards in his Rolls Royce every week. One day Eric gets a visit from a Luc Veldeman a sixteen-year-old with a manner of speech way beyond his age and larger then life projects. Eric was in the process of making Antwerp’s first crime movie called The Antwerp Killer. He had seen Eric play live and he wanted some of his music to be used as the score and to press as a album to promote the film. Upon their first meeting Veldeman wanted a tape to convince his financial investors. Eric gave him one of the rare recordings he had made with the synthesizer. A session he had just recorded upon installing his new studio; a session, according to Eric, that was the result of the pure joy he experienced of having such a wonderful sounding machine in his studio and the bottle of vodka he downed during the session. That session was cut up by Veldeman and it was turned into the soundtrack of The Antwerp Killer. Eric ended up playing a cop in the film and the film was the opening film of the Knokke Film Festival in 1983. It was honed away by the press and the audience. Bad acting, bad editing, bad script, cool soundtrack though. Veldeman was nowhere to be seen and everybody involved who had quit their jobs or studies to coöperate on this film or put in their money in it saw their hopes disappear. Veldeman had even rented all the film equipment with a false identity and then dumped it all in the canal after the shooting. When the cops eventually found out about his they weren’t even able to arrest him being a minor. A magnum opus of a true criminal and the synthesiser teacher of the Amsterdam Mafia King, The Antwerp Killer remains a prime document of the broody Belgian 80s and a heck of a soundtrack.

[engl] The giant Dayglo green amphibious creature floats above its bright orange backdrop like the last slice of peel on a Melicoccus bijugatus Spanish lime. As your focus blurs, the black letters in the fumetti speech bubble emanating from the acid croc’s gob offer nothing in way of an explanation for his bizarre portrait. You frightfully race to the end of a long line of 12” plinths desperate for images of hammond organs, longhaired hippies, guitar peddles, outsize afros, pastoral landscapes or the comfort of a very normal Roger Dean cosmic battle scene of a solarised Keef Macmillan ghost face. As Cyrillic and Greek typefaces spelling out badly translated Double Dutch flash before your eyes alongside non-stop images of giant eggs, melting skulls and oversize eyeballs you can’t escape the gaze of the big green gator while his wobbling words – “Fusioooooooooon!!!” – echo through the next crate of psychedelic unknowns. You are struggling through a huge European record fair and the enigmatic and unforgettable record sleeve that is embedded in your memory could strike again at any turn. In time you will grow to know it and trust his familiar toothy grin. Recurring copies of this successful unidentified Mediterranean monster will act as a familiar bright orange beacon back to central European shores and one day when you are feeling brave enough you might even step closer to his beady eye, stretch out his gatefold tail and listen as he opens his gaping jaws and sings. Crocodile? Alligator? Lizard? Dinosaur? All four? Fusioon, as the name suggests, are a very unique band. From the foundations of the Calalonian rock Laieta movement, Fusioon are an uber-legendary exponent of Ibiza’s 1970 psychedelic club scene. An essential for fans of freak funk and symphonic jazz rock with no Egg-ception. Imagine a Spanish mutation somewhere between Goblin and The Stake Reality. Featuing tracks from the cosmic studio of Joes Llobell (Enterprise/Oliver’s Planet). Snap it up while you can… An Absolute Belter.

[engl] Alaska, 1980. The robotic harmonica and his Clones have landed on glacier planes. Meet mutant commander Gary Sloan - this is the dawn of Harmonitalk! Less than 1000 copies of this privately pressed Alaskan electronic harmonica album by the tight-knit synth trio called Clone actually survived the journey out of their Anchorage base camp, leaving an explosive trail of unidentified synth pop, New Age, low-fi blues, techno, vocoded folk funk and prog rock blazing behind them. See what happens when a homespun innocent blues collective become pos- sessed by the souls of Vangelis, Klaus Schulze and Suzanne Ciani on the frost bit- ten film set of John Carpenter’s The Thing. Over 30 years later Cache Cache and Finders Keepers Records resurrect Harmonitalk's original black box and find more lost transmissions in the process. Originally released as a privately funded 1000 copy vinyl run in 1980 this rare LP by Alaskan electric harmonica player Gary Sloan and his interchangeable synth trio known as Clone is a record that pushes the concept of American outsider music to its furthest geographical limits. With few physical copies travelling beyond their tight Alaskan fan base upon release this mutant album of conflicting mediums and truly forward thinking electronic pop music combines an unlikely mix of synth pop, New Age, low-fi blues, techno, folk funk and prog rock - providing the locale’s sparse vinyl industry with a much needed and veritable document of this collective’s truly unique and open-minded psyche. With its origins lying a decade earlier in the 1971 release of Sloan’s first privately pressed prog rock electric blues combo, Proof, the transmuted music of Clone stands as a triumphant example of how independent and experimental American music can flourish and evolve outside the restraints and fashionable whims of the major music industry. Taking the true essence of rhythm and blues and applying it, without inhibition, to the most profound mediums available, Sloan’s integration with local synth enthusiasts Paul Alexander and Kurt Riemannn (known internally as The Trio) coupled with a wide range of unfiltered influences (comprising everything between New Age to new wave) lead to what is perhaps one of the most unexpect- ed, improbable and underexposed pop fusion triumphs to emerge out of 1980s North America. Throughout the 70s and 80s, as a pillar of the Anchorage live music scene, Gary provided local musicians (including himself) with welcome platforms via his organised events and radio shows, such as The Import Hour which opened two way doors for regional and international artists resulting in various members of the Proof family collaborating with names such as Harvey Mandell and Klauss Schultze. The ongoing Proof records, limited cassette releases, and the Boogie Til Dawn production company have also played host to a wider community of North American both blues, punk and New Age artists with the same integral free-think- ing and progressive policy (some of whom can be heard for the first time guesting on this LP).

[engl] Imagine a coven of Jodorowsky, Daevid Allen, Mr. Crowley, Rameses and Arthur Brownthen combine them into a one-man mutant magician and add the finest Australian synth duo since Cybotron. BEHOLD Geoff Krozier & The Generator. This faithful reproduction of one of Australias rarest synthy post-prog vinyl artefacts bequeths the only recorded fruits of the precious magick months before Geoff Krozier’s untimely death in 1981. Combining shamanic spoken word with nodding kosmische instrumentation this album is fuelled by ARP/Roland/ETI (Aussie synth) technology and leaves fans of synthetic soundtracks, electronic experimentalism and stubborn synth pop salivating for more (and more there is). Meet this Ex Kongress (NY punk band) collaborator, Sydney’s official 1980 Magician Of The Year and “the high priest of exorcism-rock” and watch him, and his trusty studio wizards, provide fans of Bruce Haack and Doris White with one of the most absurd electronic private press LPs to come from either end of the pointed planet.

[engl] Not content with already liberating over twenty dedicated global horror and thriller soundtracks as part of the labels expansive discography, Finders Keepers Records resurrect their ghostly Finders Kreepers imprint, an apparition last spotted back in 2009 with the archival Willow's Songs which exposed the original twisted folk music that inspired the seminal 1972 Wicker Man score. With an unwaning appetite for the rare and obscure side of the genre the labels next short series combines ten vintage recordings from the formative years or International horror introducing a host of bygone soundtrack musicians that combined folklore, musique concrète, early electronics, child- like vocals and flamboyant orchestras to accompany the surreal and hallucinogenic films that inau- gurated and inspired the golden age of macabre fantastique cinema. Sourcing a cross section of obscure global domestic pressings and under the radar vintage vinyl runs this Finders Kreepers reissue series combines a cross section of the rare/unknown and the seminal, bringing unobtainable sonic gems of both classic and uber-classic shock cinema to a dis- cerning new generation of collectors. Starting the series off on a good foot Finders Kreepers bring you a mysterious and beguiling piece of music that has enchanted and eluded fans of vintage horror for decades. A game changer for the new wave of British horror when it was originally released the most unnerving attribute of The Innocents was the recurring childlike song that haunted the corridors and gardens of a haunted house in between bursts of concrète effects and drones (made by an uncreditted Daphne Oram). A forerunner to a generation of lullaby lead horror scenes (such as Rosemary’s Baby and Profondo Rosso) whilst drawing comparison with other macabre music featuring minor maestros such as The Night Of The Hunter and The Wickerman, this song is an oft requested gem of a micro-genre which seldom passes through second hand record stores and bookshops undetect- ed in its original vinyl form. Produced as an ambitious commercial tie-in for the release of the film in 1961 this elongated studio version sung by the lead Scottish born actress Isla Cameron (who many will also recognise as a prolific traditional folk singer on the early 60s) was casually market- ed to a small audience of movie fans who perhaps liked the idea of bringing the ghost into their own house. This rare original studio version is one of the only ways to capture the short leading motif that has echoed, in limbo, through the consciousness of film enthusiasts for over five decades. The alternate side to this debut Finders Kreepers 45 is the theme to another milestone of mono- chromatic European horror which despite its lifespan of re-distribution and edit room butchery has still failed to penetrate the mainstream DVD/Blu-ray market and stand up to be counted as the glaring influential landmark of the modern female vampire cinema genre that would spiral out of control throughout the following decade. Based on Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu's 1872 vampyristic same-sex love story, Carmilla, the film Et mourir de plaisir (aka Blood And Roses) became direc- tor Roger Vadim's fifth feature (directly following another French literary adaptation with Les liaisons dangereuses) and visually draws a line between Powell/Pressburger's The Red Shoes and Jean Rollin's Viol Du Vampire while sonically begging comparison to Francois de Roubaixs inspired Daughters Of Darkness soundtrack. Composed by Jean Prodromidès and abetted by sound designer Robert Biard the score reaches its memorable peak during a dream sequence montage combining graveyards, claustrophobic corridors and a bizarre clinical blood transfusion scene, all of which are enhanced by submerged sound effects and a restrained blood red colour tint (predating the likes of Shock Corridor, Rumble Fish or Schindler’s List) it is clear that fans of Rollin/Franco et al will be able retrace their bloodline with this lesser-spotted picture. Originally squeezed onto an obscure six track 7" at low volume for French only distribution this dream sequence theme has been remastered and presented in good company for a fresh Finders Kreepers audience.

[engl] For the final chapter of the Finders Kreepers 7” series of bygone supernatural psychedelic cinema scores we combine a true uni- versal classic with a very deep underground gem for this unlikely pairing of witchcraft films from entirely different cinematic per- spectives. Taken from a South American only 7” EP dedicated solely to the nightclub music of The Brothers Candoli in Richard Quine’s Bell Book And Candle, the tongue-in-cheek cat magic theme on the a-side of this release combines whirring electric pianos and muted horns to provide a classic kitsch-witch freaky tiki theme complete with purrs, meows and magical spells sharing the same dark comedic approach to the looming domestication of witchcraft shared in haxan classics like Rosemary’s baby and Virgin Witch as wellas comedies like Bewitched and Saxana. The final side to this ten-part series finally sees the obscure ritual- istic funk soundtrack to Renato Polselli’s Reincarnation Of Isobel available on vinyl for the first time since its ultra rare 1973 release (under a different name) on a small Italian imprint. Composed by library music stalwart Gianfranco Reverberi for a film that also goes by the name of Rites, Black Magic and Secret Orgies In The Fourteenth Century, the bizarre feature-length score does little to authenticate the stylistic vintage of the films plot and brings psych rock, synth and sound effects to the proceedings bequeathing gems such as this impending bass and percussion driven title sequence. Complete with explicit feminine vocalisations and se- dated Euro mock afro rock textures this rare theme for the X-rated 1970s take on the 1922 Benjamin Christensen film Haxan does its best to provide a musical backdrop for a film that combines witch- craft, vampires and zombies combining all the key fantasy figures found in the Finders Kreepers series for an ultimate deep groove crescendo.

[engl] Combining all the traits of an international superhero or intrepid comic book adventurer, the true identity, whereabouts and history of the spectacular Italian composer known as Gerardo Iacoucci has been a mystery to record collectors for many years. As a result of the best efforts of secretive archivists and DJs as well as and the overprotective force field that surrounds the clandestine world of Italian library music, the commanding experimental psychedelic pop music made singlehandedly by this early pioneer of the anti-genre time after time rises to the top of collectors’ want lists, commands huge ransom notes, ignites dancefloors and decimates genre tags before returning to its mythical status as one of the kings of the underworld without removing his mask. Despite the fact that original Italian copies of records by Gerardo Iacoucci are amongst the rarest, enigmatic fixtures of European psychedelia, his music simply refuses to be ghettoised and as the name of this album suggests the history of this artist reads like the memoirs of a genuine musical adventurer as well as a well-travelled prophet of experimental music and unsung pillar of Italian jazz and sound design. Recorded in early 1970, Iacoucci’s wide-eyed L’Avventura suite spanned 6 sides of loud, heavyweight monophonic vinyl for Romano Di Bari’s Deneb label and created an epically detailed blueprint for independent mood music companies whilst sharing release schedules with likeminded workaholics Alessandro Alessandroni and A. R. Luciani. However, Gerardo’s adventure didn’t begin here…

[engl] Some of the rarest records from The Eas’ts best kept secret songbird Googoosh. Lost songs from the forbidden discography of “Iran’s Daughter” comprising forgotten B-Sides and mythical LP tracks. Unrequited love songs and poetic premonitions of impeding cultural heartbreak meet radical Arabic takes on jazz, bossa, orch funk and early disco fuelled by generations of Persian poetic verse. The East’s best kept secret? Despite her reputation as one of the most well- known and beloved songbirds from the East, Faegheh Atashin AKA Googoosh is, ironically, also the performer of some of the rarest, heart-melting pop music in the world. Originally pressed on the diminishing vinyl format her 1970’s songs and performances were banned after the Iranian revolution of 1979 resulting in her records being forbidden, hidden and destroyed. Some of Googoosh’s most famous songs have since become anthemic amongst global Iranian communities, but in darker contrast dozens of 45 B-side’s and album tracks remain as distant and nonexistent memories in the mind of the most devout fans and fastidious vinyl librarians. Finders Keepers’ first Googoosh release focuses on a handful of these lesser- spotted tracks - the ones that didn’t get away. Googoosh’s voice conveys an urgency and yearning which is arguably unrivalled under the often disposable femme-pop umbrella. Mid-tempo pulsating pop peons awash with expertly orchestrated strings (akin to that of some of the most intense European film composers) provide the backdrop for unrequited love songs revealing poetic premonitions of impeding cultural heartbreak. Other tracks combine unlikely jazz, bossa and early disco influences unconsciously inducing political paranoia from the era’s brooding anti-pop regime. Boasting a deep-rooted history of Persian poetic verse and indelible Arabic songcraft these lost tracks, from the artist known amongst Farsi speaking fans as ‘Iran’s Daughter,’ have most certainly, finally earned a place in the hearts of “outernational” music lovers like yourself.

[engl] From deep in the heart of Moominvalley, frozen in time for many midwinters passed, comes a genuine treasure chest of never heard Moomin melodies and instrumental comet songs composed for the continued animated adventures of our Fuzzy-Felt freak folk friends who disappeared from UK TV pastures in the mid-1980s. From the top of the Hobgoblin’s hat and the bottom of Snufkin’s satchel, original Moomin’s composer Graeme Miller (The Carrier Frequency) kindly shares this patchwork selection of spellbinding sound poems and percussive peons made using the very same selection of ocarinas, kalimbas, miniature squeak boxes, Waspy synths, cornflake box shakers and a seemingly endless array of talent and lo-fi home studio trickery. Regarded as one of the most enigmatic, beguiling and haunting imported children’s programmes to ever grace UK TV screens, The Moomins was one of the first-ever commissions by Anne Wood (The Teletubbies) who ingeniously replaced the original Polish/Austrian/Finnish soundtrack with homemade music experiments by unknown post-punk theatre students Graeme Miller and Steve Shill (aka The Commies From Mars) who after the screening of two unforgettable series in 1983 and 1985 were left in eager anticipation of rescoring further Moomin adventures with new melodies, arrangements and sound designs which then lingered in the ether waiting until the Groke awoke and Snorkmaiden sang once more. With future felt adventures screened exclusively in Poland and Germany for many years (often as feature films) these unheard recordings are the only genuine musical sequel to the bizarre UK version of The Moomins and stand as important inclusions the Graeme Miller’s own portfolio of theatrical theme music and sound installations as part of The Impact Theatre Cooperative including collaborations with artists and writers such as Russell Hoban. Witnessed in fragmented form during a short run of incredible rare live screenings at The Barbican Theatre and various film festival this record marks the first time this music has been heard in its original full-length form, free from sound effects, dialog and whimpers of euphoric joy and nostalgia from those who have continued to crave the company of our Moomintrolls and their mysterious music over the last five decades. After a long unintentional hibernation Finders Keepers return this summer with the first in a series of limited special editions of previously unreleased archival recordings and who better to kick off the festivities than the maestro behind the music of our faithful felt folk friends from Moominvalley. Here you will find totally unheard proposals for an unreleased third UK specific series of 1980’s The Moomins TV series and unheard comet songs expertly recorded for potential cinematic sequels from the heart of Graeme Miller’s very own original musical micro laboratory, housed in unique collectable packaging, hand-made in Finders Keepers inimitable bespoke style. These two variants both come in sturdy book bound sleeves with stitched seams and two colour screen-printed illustrative artwork which is absolutely unique to his release. The Comet Flame Red edition comes in two tone grained leatherette with black line-art and gold Comet Insignia detail, while alternatively the Hot Sand edition comes in a porous crushed velvet featuring a black line-art and amber Comet detail. Both hand made editions are limited to less than 50 copies each and include inserts and the black vinyl pressing of these latter day recordings before their official 2022 reawakening.

[engl] Frozen in time over four decades this 1984 “cyclic incantation” combines electroacoustics, grazed euphoria, industrial aesthetics, sampled salvage and recycled mechanic folk to score a widely revered dystopian physical theatre performance from the UK’s hugely influential Impact Theatre Co-Operative. From a seminal post-punk art-action faction (formed in a Leeds warehouse space alongside Gang Of Four and The Mekons), this apocalyptic prophecy not only cracked avant-garde stage boundaries but provided a captive audience with stunning set design and an incredible broken-music soundtrack before its swan song amidst Poland’s 1986 power plant panic. From the sonic workbench of the very same bedsit-Situationists that created the haunting 1983 music to The Moomins TV animation comes the eventual isolated music release to this pioneering theatrical spectacle of truly mythical status. The Carrier Frequency (1984) was a legendary stage work that emerged from the collaboration between the influential performance company Impact Theatre Co-Operative and cult novelist Russel Hoban. The incantation of Hoban’s text voiced in the broken verbiage of a post-apocalyptic broken language and the entranced physicality of Impact’s ritualistic performance in a pool of cold dark water printed deeply on those who witnessed it. It reached an impassioned crescendo on the rising score by Graeme Miller and Steve Shill who also performed in the work. The music exploited samples from Hoban’s own recordings of the shortwave radio broadcasts which he tuned in as he wrote, helping him order the green phosphorescent letters on the screen of his Apple computer. Shill and Miller mirrored Hoban’s channelling in their approach to making the score, following the notion that this was the broadcast of some Central Eurasian radio station doomed forever to circulate fragments of static interlaced with desultory public information broadcasts and “The Record”, its only surviving fragment of a lost culture. The score was forged on an 8-track tape recorder sandwiching harmonium and accordion with the output of a digital delay machine that could trap and fragments of audio to be triggered and manually pitched. It is a knowingly crude montage where samples denote fragmentation itself and their reassembly, like Frankenstein’s monster, shows the stitches that join the stolen body parts.

[engl] Imagine, if you will, a foreboding homemade electro-acoustic, new age, synth driven, proto-techno, imaginary world music Portastudio soundtrack for a Polish-made animated fantasy based on a Finnish modern folk tale and created for German and Austrian TV, composed in 1982 by two politically driven post-punk theatre performers from a shared house in Leeds! To even the most perspicacious and adventurous of alternative music fans the genuine bloodline of this previously unreleased record already begins to sound like an entire record collection in one sitting. It would be surprising if this project’s ambitious and exotic credentials didn’t tick at least one box on your musical matrix and without one drop of unnecessary nostalgic hyperbole this project already sounds like the perfect fantasy record that you’ve never heard. Alternatively we could just say The Moomins and, for many, things would instantly begin to make perfect sense. From the same social landscape as Gang Of Four, The Mekons and Impact Theatre Co-operative – armed with a Wasp synthesiser, an ocarina and a cassette of the Robinson Crusoe music taped off the TV, Graeme Miller and Steve Shill used minimum means for maximum mayhem, instilling over 35 years of dreamlike illusory fuzziness and freakiness into the memories of a generation of school age TV addicts waiting for the next 5 minute fix of outernational fuzzy felt folklore. Collected here, all in one place for the first time, Finders Keepers in close collaboration with the original composers finally bring the original homemade micro-melodies and reintroduce them to a musical landscape where fans of vintage electronics, concrète tape effects, pocket percussion and domestic synths are finally ready to be reunited with the magnetic music of Moominvalley.

[engl] From Guy Skornik, the composer and arranger behind Popera Cosmic and Pour Pauwels, comes the enigmatic instrumental cues that provided fellow existentialist and notorious auteur director Alejandro Jodorowsky (The Holy Mountain) with the soundtrack music to what is now considered his rarest and most overlooked feature film, Tusk. As part as Finders Keepers ongoing dedicated Jodorowsky soundtrack series we present the original film edits from the 1979 studio sessions featuring Steve Hillage (Gong) and members of Cossi Anatz. Following his mind melting masterpieces Fando & Lis, El Topo and The Holy Mountain, Jodorowsky’s “disowned” attempt at a family film retains the director’s ongoing demand for intense, experimental film music resulting in what is undeniably one the best kept sonic secrets from the darker corners of this coveted filmography. Cherry-picked from pre-recorded synthesiser fuelled cosmic pop sessions by Skornik, these compositions provided Tusk with arabesque new age synthesis alongside full-blown ambitious electro rock, as well as classic French Fender Rhodes driven romanticism during some of this lesser-spotted movie’s most memorable moments. Presented here in isolation, Guy Skornik’s multifarious futurist-pop evokes worthy comparisons to Ash Ra Tempel, Eno’s Bowie and Suzanne Ciani, mapping an unlikely journey between Magma and 10cc in the process. Don’t ignore Jodorowsky’s “elephant in the room” – you never know what is hidden in the trunk. As part of Finders Keepers’ ongoing commitment and adoration for the cinematic work of Alejandro Jodorowsky the label now follows-up on the soundtrack releases of The Holy Mountain, El Topo and The Dance Of Reality with a record that not only unearths a lesser-known Jodographic gem but forms another spiritual circle in the label’s alternative pop universe, forming new twines in the Finders Keepers family tree.

[engl] The missing component in the history of Turkish pop and one of the earliest exponents of Turkish electronic music alongside ?lhan Mimaro?lu and Bülent Arel, Gökçen Kaynatan electrified the rock and roll scene of the late 50s/early 60s – sending teenagers wild with his custom built guitars and back lines – helping charge the climate for the birth of Anatolian rock. Then, from the sanctuary of his private studio, he revolutionised the industry with his pioneering use of electronics whilst hanging the sonic wallpaper in the living rooms of an entire generation of telly addicts as in house composer of choice for Turkey’s first national television channel TRT 1. Despite having a modest discography of only four 7” singles to his name his influence is a major current that flows through over 50 years of Turkish pop culture. Compiled with unparalleled access to his private studio vault, Finders Keepers proudly presents the first-ever collection of Gökçen Kaynatan’s pioneering early electronic works. Featuring a selection of his experimental pop and rock recordings dating from as early as the 1968 it features both of the highly sought after 1 Numara singles – including a never before heard extended version of Evren – as well as previously unheard archive material and songs recorded for and broadcast exclusively on TRT 1 – most of them never to be repeated. In helping Gökçen end his self-imposed 44-year exile from the record industry we can now share with you the first of these important recordings from a genuine maverick who helped shape the face of modern Turkish music, as well as shedding some light on the rise of one of Anatolian rock and pops must fruitful and experimental periods that began with the arrival (and subsequent explosion) of domestic synthesisers on the Turkish scene.

[engl] A schizoid sonic sketchbook from the Maledictus Sound-maker Dr. J. P. Massiera. A disturbing mix of dismembered tape samples, para- noid-poety and cosmic chaos resurrected from the crypt of Studio Antibes 1976 Dawn Of The Dead, or The French Connection 2, or For A Few Dollars More, or Evil Dead 2. For an article relating to the bizarre Gallic concept album you are about to subject your ears to, any of the aforementioned 70s cinematic references could conveniently provide a snappy and relevant headline. More signifi- cantly, however, these four names, amongst a slew of surprising others, represent the micro-phenomena of freakish ‘sequels’ that up the ante and out-weird their predecessors pushing the envelope beyond what we thought we were prepared for... Not unlike The Horrific Child LP by Jean Pierre Massiera. Like a self-hypnotism disc or an astrological record ‘... Mr. Whinster’ was marketed in the format of a psychological experience rather than a pop record. A bloodstained patchwork of surrealism and brooding psychedelic rock the LP stitched together Massiera's own shock-tactical spoken word (in the style of his earlier exploitation record 'Erik' which described the ‘Streets Of Desolation’ after the Nazi occupation) and a cacophony of live instrumentation and de-tuned and collaged samples from the vaults of the Antibes Studio. Most of the contributors loosely described as the 'person- nel' were featured in snippet and sample form apart from some short cus- tom written passages that were performed by musicians from the Nice Music Conservatory directed by Antibes regular Gérard Pontieux who would later appear on the credits as an arranger for Human Egg and Turn Radio On (Massiera's rare proto-disco collaboration with his half brother Bernard Torelli). Extra electric basslines were dubbed onto the record courtesy of ex-Pyranas / Hermaphrodites bassist Tony Bonfils (who would later appear in Synthesis and Human Egg). Beneath the deep theatrical growls of JPM himself, backing vocals came from the two singing duos Paul & Virginia and Micky & Joyce including samples lifted straight from precious sessions such as Visitors or Les Chats Renaissance. Massiera also credits vocal appearances to two bizarre figures from the French glit- terati in the form of stage singer Roberto Galbés and the larger than life celebrity impresario Bob Damiano (who would later write lyrics for Massiera’s extra terrestrial Venus Gang project).

[engl] From the cosmic creative musical mind of Swiss/Catalan studio whizz, Zeleste Nightclub engineer, Video Nasty film composer, occasional Jaume Sisa (Mu?sica Dispersa) collaborator and future electronic music therapy pioneer comes the synth- ridden vocoder-loaded 1984 sci-funk soundtrack to Barcelona’s daytime TV response to the universal E.T. phenomena. Get ready to meet your new alieni?gena amic and the unidentified flying object of thousands of Catalonian kids affections through the 1980s as Finders Keepers present J. M. Pagan’s lost lunar modular synth score to Kiu I Els Seus Amics (Kiu And Friends aka Kiu Is Your Friend). From the same intergalactic phenomenon that brought such delights as Turkey’s exploito cash-in “Badi” or South Africa’s lo-rent homage “Nukie” to our unregulated small screens, and the same craze which filled international airwaves with the likes of Extra T’S electro smash single “E.T. Boogie” or the million selling Columbian “Cumbia De E.T. El Extraterrestre” smash hit… not to mention a wide range of unofficial theme- tune cover versions from Holland, Austria, France and Germany (lest we forget an inspired late period Lee Scratch Perry Album) the creators of the movie which inspire the music on the album you are about to hear made no bones about their intergalactic muse. In 1982 the diaspora from Steven Spielberg’s small fictional mid-American neighbourhood that played host to everyone’s favourite torch fingered, three toed, Skittle scoffing space goblin touched virtually every family home in every major city resulting in one of the biggest cinematic merchandise phenomenas of the 21st century, resulting in an unexpected high-demand/short-supply play-off in which bootleggers, copyists and counterfeiters rose to the challenge like never before. At the precise moment that international audiences saw that cute little baldy poke his retractable neck around the corner and started stealing beer from the fridge, demanding long distance phone calls while circuit bending kids toys and frankly not looking after the plants… the human race was hooked! and we wanted more! more! more! When Spielberg regrettably told interviewers that he had no intention of making a sequel to E.T. The Extra Terrestrial, it instantly became open-season for the imitators… but way before somebody squeezed- out, Mac & Me, ALF and The Purple People Eater a team of kid’s TV executives in Catalunya were ready to fill the widening gap in the market without haste. Created in 1983 by Luna Films and Televisio? de Catalunya (TV3) and screened exclusively in Catalunya, Kiu I Els Seus Amics was one of the first E.T. “tributes” to make it out of the gate, and with a crew of five individual directors and writers to ensure that the five episode, one-off series hit the wave of phone-home-fever, “Kiu” has since remained a short but sweet micro-memory in the hearts of an entire generation of Catalonian cosmonauts.

[engl] The Silver Globe Expands As one of the most industrious female multi-instrumentalist songwriters in modern pop Jane Weaver literally doubles the content of her Best Record Of 2014 for this synth-ridden special release. When a handful of broadsheet music columns and reputable blog pages began to mention the vaguely familiar name Jane Weaver in the “Here’s One We Missed” themed features during 2014s end of year round-ups it became quickly apparent that the singer’s concept album The Silver Globe had already independently garnered a “must have” status amongst virtually any self-respecting music buyers. But unlike so many other big label “campaigns” that vied for PR attention via ego-fuelled video promos and down your throat advertising, this unassuming, dedicated, focused piece of experimental female vocal pop was in no way spoon fed to editors nor playlisters. Nor did it fall within the lines of what might have been considered fashionable or culturally relevant. The Silver Globe defied species, and for once, was judged on its own merit as a brilliant uncompromising pop record. The sixth album by a long-standing pillar of the North West music scene (loosely based on a lost Polish dystopian feature film and a French novella featuring a personnel of vintage Atari music composers next to Australian synth pioneers) was a simply typical product of the way Jane Weaver has always operated - as an independent and resilient female experimental songwriter, on her own label, on the outskirts of anything that resembles a music industry. Throughout her twenty-year “career” she has stayed focused, avoided whimsical fads and distractions and used her experience to work as hard as she can when she can. By Christmas The Silver Globe had been announced as Piccadilly Records’ best album of the year, earned a “worldwide” top ten track of the year accolade by Gilles Peterson, gleaned across the board full-stars and thumbs up from the music press, benefitted unanimous repeat plays from virtually every specialist DJ on BBC6 Music (amongst many more global radio stations), found DJ mix support from Andrew Weatherall, and filled most of the pages in a twelve month diary with gig and festival requests. Meanwhile, Jane’s own Bird Imprint (via Finders Keepers) has to worked around the clock to keep up with stock demands of her new (and old) music. Album collaborators such as David Holmes, Andy Votel and BC Camplight share gushing pride in the project and with this unanimous critical support (and long earned respect) Jane has reacted in the only way she knows best - to keep creating. In March, barely six months since its initial release, following tours with friend and sonic sister figure Laetitia Sadier (Stereolab) and one time backing band Black Rivers (two thirds of Doves), Jane will release an expanded edition of The Silver Globe - including a second full-length disc called The Amber Light which follows the original LP with the same dedication and adventurous zeal as its much loved synth driven sister record. With a title that alludes to the toils of trepidation and a running theme of industrial procreativity and DIY handy craft, The Amber Light carves a niche between new age motivational music, radiophonic folk and snarling krautrock echoing the kosmische stylings of The Silver Globe with the punk urgency of 80s domestic-synth pop. Featuring four brand new songs, three exclusive instrumental themes (including a commissioned theme from an American vampire film) and three new collaborative re-workings/duets based on tracks from The Silver Globe, this extensive package harbours co-production work from Tom Furse (The Horrors), Andy Votel, Suzanne Ciani, members of Demdike Stare and original Silver Globe inhabitants Pete J. Phillipson and Martin King. Substantiated by other extra format editions, including a silver vinyl version of The Silver Globe, a series of compact cassettes and a single release of standout robotic roller rink track Don’t Take My Soul (presented digitally as well as a split single with Bird Records label mate Tender Prey) Jane’s expanded Silver Globe/Amber Light project reciprocates the positive energy shared by her loyal readership and a wide host of new converts who have allowed Jane’s self-sufficient songs and synthetic soundscapes to flourish on he cusp of 2014/2015. Showing little signs of slowing down, Jane Weaver alongside her Bird Records family looks set for an airborne year. The Silver Globe is still turning and catching many a siege in its electric rays.

[engl] Remaining faithful to her influences of Germanic märchen tales, Eastern European children's cinema and mechanical pop music, Jane Weaver expands her critically acclaimed Fallen By Watchbird concept album in this ten chapter sequel-of-sorts by employing a cast of new actors and narrators to reinterpret her surreal "cosmic aquatic folklore" 12 months after the first installment. Here Jane experiments with volks-music in its purest most innocent form using modern tools to re-tell and recycle second hand stories. Inspired by post-war cinematic interpretations and hand-me-down mistranslations of global folk tales Jane has collaborated with a close-knit group of musicians, noisemakers and vocalists/narrators to create automatic-music and re-illuminate an eleven-page novella about telepathy, technology, lost-love, wiccan, war and watchbirds. As part of ongoing voice and electronic experiments with the people behind Pre-Cert Records The Watchbird Alluminate includes a wordless vocal introduction and interlude from both Demdike Stare and the elusive Anworth Kirk while the spoken-word narrative of Finders Keepers' lost American pop folk singer Susan Christie is reinterpreted by Ghostbox's Focus Group with results comparable to Ruth Whites 1968 electronic/vox inter- pretations of Baudelaire's Flowers Of Evil. Jane's own Bird Records label roster contributes two new cover versions of Weaver's self-penned tracks re-sung by Italian singer Emma Tricca and Rochdale's time-slipped falsetto soloist Magpahi (in a track evokes cinematic scenes from Night Of The Hunter or The Innocents). Elsewhere vintage soft-pop royalty appears in the form of a lead vocal from Wendy & Bonnie's, Wendy Flower, a close friend and confidant of Jane’s since their first collaborations in New York and London in 2006 at the request of Jarvis Cocker for his guest curation at the Meltdown festival. Other lead per- formances from Weaver add a new poetic twist to the story in both solo capacity and along- side Samandtheplants' Sam McLoughlin whose Supernatural Lancashire library project (with Alison Cooper) from 2010 still resonates as one of the finest new releases of last year. With a unique approach to making non-linear mechanical music this pop-up collective adds a further creative perspective to the oft mistreated "concept album" virtually eliminating genre distinction in favour of communal noise - a unique product of genuinely independent music in 2011 which continues to sprout further branches.

[engl] The unreleased Euro pysch score to the French/Portuguese X-rated version of The Devils meets The Witchfinder General! Synchronised by Spanish anti-establishmentarian, sexual liberator, die-hard independent filmmaker and unrepentant voyeur Jess Franco (Vampyros Lesbos/De Sade). Composed entirely by French composer Jean-Bernard Raiteux aka Jean-Michel Lorgere (Sinner/Harlem Pop Trotters) and presented here in full soundtrack form for the first time. Proudly claiming the dubious accolade of the Spanish sexploitation version of The Devils as the distributor’s most bankable asset, this previously banned 1973 European witch flick would rip the art house facade from Ken Russell’s well polished box office smash and push the envelope way beyond the closet titillation of the gentrified new wave controversy seekers. Delivered on a comparable shoestring budget as the 55th feature in Jess Franco’s filmography of approximately 203 completed movies, The Demons (Les Démons), directed under the Anglicised pseudonym Clifford Brown, took many of the Franco’s sexually stylistic watermarks (epitomised in his Vampyros Lesbos trilogy) adding witchcraft, possession and nunsploitation against a rural Mediterranean backdrop before disappearing into the woods. Whilst clearly taking inspirational plot cues from Michael Reeve’s The Witchfinder General (UK 1968) and drawing comparisons with scenes from Eiichi Yamamoto’s Belladonna Of Sadness (Japan 1973) this B-Movie reduction of Franco’s wide palette of colourful ingredients has in recent years provided enthusiasts/champions/defenders of the workaholic horrotica bastion with a rare and treasured addition. Future-proofed by an essential component, omnipresent in Franco’s films, it is the mysterious commercially unobtainable soundtrack music that cements the unwaning interest in his risqué brand of unconventional shock/schlock sinema (not hindered my the enigmatic title card misinformation that often surrounds the original composers) and the music herein that has given Franco’s harshest critics a second chance/reason to reevaluate this man’s unapologetic art. Following on from Finders Keepers previous expanded release of Bruno Nicolai’s score for Franco’s 1970 adaptation of De Sade (FKR069) this record stands as another tribute to Franco’s life which he lived through the mechanisms of a camera with relentless zeal and a passion to challenge every aspect of movie making along the way. UNDERground, OVERambitious, RIGHT on, LEFTfield, BELOW the radar but ABOVE criticism. INdulgent and OUTrageous, but never middle of the road, Jess Franco was many things but he wasn’t pretentious and never delivered art for art’s sake and I feel honoured to have spent time with him. Franco was in fact a realist, he kept both feet firmly on the ground and a keen eye behind the right side of the lens and if Jess did have any demons his films were his exorcisms, the critics were the bloody judges and his legacy (through the medium of X-rated cinema of variable quality) is immortal.