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Lou Barlow's Sentridoh, WEED FORESTIN' is up for pre-order now at Bandcamp.

Get it quick because it's pretty limited. The Deluxe LP + cassette + USB package includes an LP of /Weed Forestin/, a cassette copy of /Child of the Apocalypse/, and a USB drive with uncompressed audio from both releases and a hand-drawn short film by Daryl Waller (that's me!)... I've waited nearly ten years for this, so i'm pretty excited about it.

Pre-order Weed Forestin by Sentridoh here.

You can also watch the promo video I made for the song 'Brand New Love' on my homepage. This video was made in 2003.

The day FlawedCore burst into being a wolf cub was born with the heart of a demon and the ability to live forever. Also on that day Daryl Waller, then Birchum Reynolds, visited a junk shop near a hog slaughtering plant in his hometown. He browsed about for a few hours before the shop keep asked him if he was interested in seeing some of the special items he kept in an aeons old trunk in the back room. Nervously Birchum nodded. As he did the lights flickered in the room. The shop keep led him to the dingy room that was no bigger than a wolf cave. The room was barren short of a few items. The first was obviously the trunk that sat displayed proudly in the centre of the room. He heard water dripping but could not tell from where. In the darkest corner to the left sat a rusty, barnacled ship’s anchor, still glistening wet. To the right were five pristine ice picks stacked under a map of Antarctica pinned to the wall. Thumb stacks pressed in strategic points along the frozen coastline. The shop keep gave the trunk a kick; it creaked open letting out fetid swirls of vapour. All Birchum could see in the trunk was darkness. The shop keep suggested he take a closer look. Birchum inched forward seeing nothing but the most timeless black he had ever seen. Suddenly a force beyond this world violently pulled Birchum into the trunk and slammed shut like a crocodile’s jaws. Satisfied the shop keep left the back room, shuffled to the front of the empty store and flipped the sign on the door to “Closed”.

Birchum opened his eyes. He was falling. To where he had no idea, which was odd because he felt the sensation of falling yet all he saw was white. Then the flashing began. Flashing all around him and inside his mind. Images of unknown forests and mountains and rain and beasts both familiar and alien. All frantically blinking inside the mind of this poor fool. Suddenly, darkness. The ride was over. Birchum regained his composure. He was no longer in the floating purgatory; here there was gravity. He felt around and found there was a door directly in front of him. He scrambled to turn the doorknob. His hands were shaking. He opened the door to the blinding light of the morning sun and spilled out onto the floor of his bedroom. He scrambled to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He looked in the mirror and found he had grown at rather hearty beard. When he finally cleared his thoughts he realised he could not do so. Something had been lodged there. An idea. An idea implanted and left festering like the lumps on a hobo’s back. Birchum shot over to his typewriter and began desperately trying to get the idea out of his clouded head. Four weeks later he emerged, pale as a ghost and covered in bed sores. Under his malnourished arm he clutched a 1,000-page document. Page one read “Flawed Core Records by Daryl Waller”. He was now Daryl Waller, master of the fifth dimension, and he had an army to assemble.

Clay Byers, 2012

The double EP Father Iceberg by Daryl Waller & Stephen O'Callaghan is now on itunes.

If you'd rather buy the limited edition tape (which comes with homemade lyric booklet, art and a story about Father Iceberg) please head over to the Bandcamp page.

Click here to buy the tape.

Click below for itunes download.

Flawedcore releases The Yeti by Clay Byers today. This is the third publication from Flawedcore.

Edition of twenty beautifully hand bound books by Clay himself.. with drawings from yours truly.

Click here to buy.

Lou Barlow's 'Weed Forestin' reissue is coming out in the new year. Deluxe edition with video work by yours truly.

I can't tell you how exciting this is to me.. Weed Forestin' is the strange record that helped me become the artist I am today. I was 14 years old when I first heard it.. under the duvet with my Walkman and crap headphones, quietly terrified. I knew then what I had to do - stop hiding my drawings and paintings under & behind my wardrobe.. take hold of myself.. shake down my soul, kiss my hands and strike out with honesty.

Now... well now i'm 33 years old - it's 19 years later... 6,939 days of holy noise.

A sneak of things to come can now be seen on my homepage.