Originally released in 1994 The Halo Benders - God Don't Make No Junk (KLP029) is made available again on vinyl.
Out of the basement rock n' rule that is Dub Narcotic Studio comes the angel noise from the comet's tail. Doug Martsch (Built To Spill, Treepeople visted Olympia from his home in Boise, Idaho, bringing a guitar and other battered ideas. Calvin Johnson sang and played along. Other Boisians in exile like Ralf Youtz (ex Built to Spill, Sone) and Wayne Flower (Treepeople, Violent Green) contributed to the melee. Steve Fisk played some keyboards through ancient amplifers and helped sort out the whole mess at the mixing console. This is interstellar punk/pop overdrive. Bending brainwaves and calling it art. Knocking icicles down, melting angels all over town. Heaven sent with halo bent."...rompingly funky bloke-indie stu with a certain irresistible elasticity." - Time Out
" ...an utterly disarming 33-minute mix of basement jamming, attic inspirations, and rec room sound" - The Stranger
This week in heaven W. Shakespeare and M. Proust are having a no holds bard-shoving match to determine who holds the title of literary progenitor of the otherwise completely fresh and original guitar stylings of Doug Martsch and the current set of Halo Benders recordings. On this album Doug wails away on guitar and voice accompanied by Calvin Johnson (also guitar and voice, but with a strong Jackson Pollock influence), Ralf Youtz (playing drums and guitar) and Wayne Flower (bass and drum). Steve Fisk also makes his customary appearance on keyboards, playing on various songs organ, synthesizer, harmonium and theremin. Heather Dunn makes a brief guest appearance on guitar.
Heaven sent with a halo bent. Doug Martsch Built to Spill, Treepeople joins forces with other underground folks from his past and future: Steve Fisk Pell Mell, Pigeonhed, Duck Hunt, Calvin Johnson Beat Happening, Dub Narcotic Sound System, Wayne Flower Treepeople, Violent Green, Ralf Youtz Feelings, Built to Spill. The Dub Narcotic studios are the meeting place for this feast of empty headed loudmouth doorbell rock done backwards, from basement to bombshelter.