“You are falling down a dark corridor until you land with a puff in a bank of pure crystalline snow.Â Clutching your ice dagger and navigating with the warmth of your heart you set out on a hazy mystical journey to the cave of the Ice Queen, with destiny on your side and only the owls to protect you”
This new addition to the WFR recording catalogue should please all who are looking for an experimental fantasy in to the dark and mystical world of snow-fi.Â Clocking in at twenty seven minutes, this album was constructed with the use of tapes, a keyboard, a sampler, and electricity.Â There are places to listen to this album free online before you buy, but there are a few handmade limited edition hard copies available for the low price of five dollars plus shipping.Â WFR Artists/Store
The Whitehaus Family Record back catalog is a holy junkyard of hidden energy. The intrepid adventurer can trek miles through the wilderness searching for the deep. You can dig as far as you want. You can crawl the last distance on your belly, stretching out your fingers towards the North Pole (Tennis Racket).
Every Sunday, we will post a collection of recordings from the Whitehaus Family catalog, in mp3 format (note: if you are into uncompressed sound, you can purchase the album for cheep!). It might be anything. It will always be So Free. You can listen on the handy music player below, or download the full album, zipped. Check back every week!
This week, check out the Whitehaus Family Sampler, Vol. 1! One of the most popular WFR releases to date, the first sampler includes many of the great WFR acts of 2007 and today, including Debbie & the Bullets, the Woodrow Wilsons, The Cups, and Gregory J. Moon.
Thursday the house went up in black smoke. Â The fire department came and the hausers retreated to the cozy hibernation of winter office.
Friday the basement was filled with poisonous gas, effervescent haunting threads wandered the crypt of the basement foundation, pulling down posters and making their presence known with the filthy fingerprints of antiquated mirages pressed into the fibers of the basement laundry pile.
Saturday there was an explosion that filled the Whitehaus with hot water vapor. Â The walls sweat with the carbon dioxide exhale of stubborn carefree youth in the grips of fatal romance.Â
Listen to Saturday’s Show Â the latest big boom from the Whitehaus Family Record center of the universe Â Â (ctrl + click / right click to download quicktime mp3)