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Not For Cult Approval by Cambric Mill (PUMF 812, 2020 - click to buy)

1 merry
2 fare thee well
3 haunting
4 full belt
5 desperado
6 strangest dream
7 standing on the corner
8 mellow yellow
9 a drop more soup
10 one song
11 making time
12 island blue
13 I will love you
14 the water is wide
15 blooming heather
16 mother nature's son
17 dark island
18 shambles
19 version
20 another version
21 when we are gone
22 come by the hills
23 when I was on horseback
24 dirty old town
25 when I was a clog dancer
26 a right wazzock
27 oatcakes
28 a man undone
29 abracadabra
30 lovely day
31 one man band
32 little green apples
33 difficult stuff
34 oh lord
35 you fill up my senses
36 paradise
37 the water is wide

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

 - comicstrip review by Marcos Farrajota, A Batalha magazine, 2022

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 - Review by Node Pajomo, # 2.7, spring 2022
Eight rehearsal sessions of their "Industrial Folk Power Electronics". It starts out as some hippies working on some folk songs, but then staticky squelching power electronics are layered over it. I wouldn't go so far as to say it is unlistenable, but neither folk not power electronics are styles of sound of which I am particularly fond. The power electronics aren't as brutal as much of the genre, but the folk rehearsals got annoying quickly as they strum along and sing then stop and talk about it. The singing and playing are good for what they are and occasionally the banter is interesting, but over all this was a tough go. Nice color gatefold packaging with curious liner notes.

 - Review by Johnny Zchivago, Die or D.I.Y. blog, July 2021
Everyone likes a cult, especially the music of Cults. Of course I refer to the very Reverend and very dead, Jim Jones, Chuck Manson, and who can forget the great, and gratefully very dead, rockin' Jesus, David Koresh . . . among other manipulative sex abusers too numerous to mention . . . ok I missed out the weirdest of the lot Sai Baba and I'm sorry.
In fact the main reason for joining a doomsday cult, or the new disciples of the latest incarnation of Jesus, is to make wacked out music with some genuine five star dysfunctional loony Toons. I'm sure that was at the top of the list for randy beatnik Father Yod, who used unhinged psychedelia to charm teenage ladies into their gods bed . . . and i don't mean just to sleep either. The randy old cunt in a randy old cult is what he was, before crashing to the ground in a bizarre hang-gliding accident. He thought he was invincible and could fly . . . don't blame it on drugs pleeeeze, he was just a deluded twat with a Messiah complex is all.
No hang-gliders involved in the Cambric Mill story however, unless you can attribute the prefix 'bizarre' to over-indulgence in a cult member's Homebrew washed down with lashings of British pharmaceutical paracetamol. A very British mass suicide . . . has anyone written a TV series called that? If not, then someone should. I guess the Homebrew was student strength British bitter, and not the Jim Jones preferred communal brew of pure cyanide. I guess Jim didn't know that Paracetamol was so cheap at Wilko's, formerly Wilkinson's, and not anything to do with the actual god that is Wilko Johnson? You Europeans haven't lived until you visited Wilko's pharmaceutical section . . . mix and match is recommended or they won't serve you at the tills.
Basically, as if you didn't know, Cambric Mill are the Spinal Tap of Folky Industrial Power Electronics with a hint of Dr. Hook, and a smidgen of John Denver from just before his light aircraft crashed . . . apparently Not into a Rocky Mountain High after all it seems. A livid John Denver fan corrected me on that point . . . rather tersely I may add . . . over liberal use of the word 'Cunt' . . . Tut tut tut! The world's full of nutters innit?
Nearly every band I've been in have been conceptual bands, and self-mythologizing is part and parcel of such projects, alongside not being able, or bothered to learn how to play an instrument properly . . . fuck that! That's for Americans and similar types.
None of these people, along with John Stumpy Pepys, Joe Mama Besser, Mick Shrimpton of Spinal Tap, are actually dead, nor even spontaneously combusted, they're just having a laugh and playing some nutty music, not unlike the stuff that came out of Father Yods gaff in Hawaii . . . except this comes from somewhere around gloomy old Blackpool . . . I am guessing that living members of The Ceramic Hobs could well be responsible for this lovely package on the prolific, and suitably cheap, Pumf Records.
The story / myth is that the band who spent so long rehearsing their new sound which they called 'Industrial Folk Power Electronics" - before tragically committing group suicide in a homebrew death cult ritual prior to even playing a gig!? . . . also sounds like all the bands I've been in too!?
For many years, there were rumors (pretend ones) circulating around that there were rehearsal tapes of a never heard group called Cambric Mill, and finally pStan Batcow of Pumf Records somehow got his hands on the original recordings, probably because he made them, and released it on CD. This is that CD (. . .) Pumf Records and their contributors are the real DIY thing, and get Zchivago's Seal of approval . . . I dunno where he is, probably off in the oceans chomping down some fish . . . the Seal not your author you berk! I call him 'Barky' by the way if you're interested . . . Now where's me Home Brew?

 - Review by Ear Of Corn #51, fall 2020
The sleeve tells the story of a band that meticulously attempted to perfect their sound as the first "Industrial Folk Power Electronics" band. So obsessed that they would rehearse for hours and days at a time only to implode without ever playing a single gig. How much of this is true is anyone's guess. The sound of it is people rehearsing folksy songs including well-known standards like Mellow Yellow and You Fill Up My Senses while electronic noise blares over top. Lots of talk amongst the band members and discussion of how to play parts of the songs can be heard. In parts, it seems like the meat of the songs have been edited out, leaving behind only the start and end of a song with the before and after discussion. I have a theory here, but I'm going to keep my mouth shut. I'm going with the story on the sleeve.

 - Review by Hiroshima Yeah! #183, August / September 2020
. . . a new release from Blackpool's mad-as-a-box-of-mad-things Pumf label. Cambric Mill are described as "Industrial Folk Power Electronics" and the entire band apparently committed suicide "in a homebrew death cult ritual prior to playing even a single gig". The 37 tracks are split into different sections with headings like Folk As Fuck, The Gaelic Connection and Little Green Apples. It's basically a collage of some people (the names Chris and Glen are mentioned) rehearsing a few folk-ish tunes (and songs by The Eagles) overlaid with noise treatments, some of which sound like old ZX Spectrum games loading. You wish they'd get round to actually playing a song all the way through, but it never happens; instead, there's lots of prosaic chatter, dogs barking and a general feeling of life marching on ceaselessly, pointlessly, as a layer of fear settles over the world like a fine dust.

"I've listened through 3 or 4 times now, and I'm in equal parts beguiled and mystified. Conceptually this is lovely - it reminds me of the Peel quote: 'Somebody was trying to tell me that CDs are better than vinyl because they don't have any surface noise. I said, Listen, mate, *life* has surface noise', but taken a whole step further.
Then I started to listen to the drama in the background, and all the semi-familiar minutiae of band life, hoping to understand the psychological elements leading to the documented denouement of the story - I'm still seeking that enlightenment; I just need to think deeper / shallower ? There's some lovely detail in there.
I then got into the whole transcendental side of the production; the modems and hiss and the modulation effects, weaving in and out of the comforting and familiar folk and country tunes in an industrial / folk dub style, caressing my subconscious mind into new states (and sometimes into the very old state known as 'REM sleep').
A truly rewarding and mind-altering work, a treatise on the frustrations of daily existence acting on the aspiration for pure creativity, or am I looking too deep?"
 - Steve Boismaison, in a personal e-mail to pStan Batcow, 23rd July 2020

Maybe Logic by Data's Cat (PUMF 700, 2012 - click to buy)

1 Flute Bomb
2 The Psychic Octopus Shoots Tiny Squid Into The Eternal Estuary Of The Cosmic Teatime
3 Possible Hats, Multiple Biscuits
4 Manatee Party
5 Mr. Mitchvig’s Telepathic Beard

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

Temple of Wounds by The Death of the Enlightenment Project (PUMF 679, 2010 - click to buy)

1 Blood and Sand
2 Slave Bait (Hell’s Teeth)
3 Full of Eyes and Dead Skin (Glitch Mix)
4 Dog Pieces
5 Grey Milk
6 Lost Child on the M62
7 Soundtrack for ‘3 Dead Birds’
8 Cut
9 Salt Bomb

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

 - Review by Mark Wharton, Idwal Fisher blog - Friday, November 12, 2010
The Death of the Enlightenment Project like their natural sounds . . . for whilst there are all manner of everyday sounds on here [dogs, babies etc.] they’re all treated samples, all of them layered up and wrapped in an Industrial blanket as supplied by Throbbing Gristle. But lets not stop at Throbbing Gristle for I also detect hints of Illusion of Safety, guitar era Ramleh, Muslimgauze, Paul McCarthy, Andrew Liles, Steve Stapleton, John Duncan, Column One . . . its not a bad bunch to be associated with.
Layering sampled sounds to create something afresh is nothing new of course but before you start you have to have the right ingredients and TDOTEP have plenty of the right ingredients. Lets start with the first track ‘Blood and Sand’ and its heavy raspy breathing, after a while there’s an American cop car siren, then a Muezzin call, barking dogs and finally, whiplashed elevator cables - the barking dogs mutate into their own rhythm underpinning it all before you come full circle and are left alone with the heavy breathing. And so it goes. TDOTEP’s only problem is that all those influences are squeezed onto one release so you have a track like ‘Slave Bait’ which sounds like the industrial version of Kraftwerk’s Autobahn with screams replacing the sounds of passing motor cars next to ‘Full of Eyes and Dead Skin’ the second section of which is comparable to Paul McCarthy vocal work in which a deep male vocal is distorted and manipulated to such an extent that it appear like an ethereal cross between a cow in distress and a moron. And then there’s the Ramleh-lite feedback and thump of Dog Pieces, the Muslimgauze near east beats of ‘Lost Child on the M62’, the Illusion of Safety abuse confessionals [a distressed female - ‘I had been urinated on’], the tubular bells, the shortwave fizz, the astronaut voices, the shotgun blasts, crying babies, CD skips - all of it layered and produced to an incredibly high standard but all of it desperately in need of some focus. For just because you have a paintbox full of paints doesn't mean that you have to use them all. Fortunately TDOTEP don’t overdo it too much, not to an extent that it detracts from the overall work but nine tracks with such differing styles is a baffling one [although this may go some way to explaining that this is a recreation of a live event]. There are cliches on here though and I’m not going to let the Charlie Manson sample pass without saying anything and those synth drums hurt.
What The Death of the Enlightenment Project really needs to do is decide which direction to take. This is the second release to come this way and if memory serves it has a lot in the common with the first. You could easily take half a dozen elements from just a couple of tracks here and build them into something really classy.

Movement and Drama 2 (PUMF 658, 2010 - click to buy)

Broadcast 1: “Olympic Games”
Broadcast 2: “Ancient Greek Hero, Jason”
Broadcast 3: “Jason Builds A Boat”
Broadcast 4: “Jason And The Six- Handed Giant”
Broadcast 5: “Jason Meets King Amicus And King Phineas”
Broadcast 6: “Why King Phineas Is Miserable”
Broadcast 7: “Jason Reaches The Land Of The World’s End”
Broadcast 8: “Jason’s Challenge”

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

the eggnog variations by the melodramatic monkey (PUMF 644, 2009 - click to buy)

1 Tripe and Onions
2 Last Will and Testament of Cyril Bagels
3 . . . Staring Vladimir Biscuits
4 Gouda Cow
5 Septemus Brain Problem
6 Biscuit Psychosis
7 Revolving Bow-tie
8 Bikey
9 Eaten by a Giant Razz - Octoflange Mix
10 instructions
11 Reg Abound
12 Dub Spatula (pts I+IV)
13 Discussing Catholicism with Bill Cosby
14 Garvish Trassock
15 Spats
16 Entertainment Device (Belgian Owner)
17 Mint. Cake. Tray.
18 Ragzilla Vs. Octopus Episode 10 - The Director's Cut
19 Not Squid
20 Unnecessary Molluscs
21 Sandwich of Ragzilla
22 Powders of a Pigfucker
23 Octopus' Clog Dance of Ha Ha

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

"The follow up album to this one is titled 'Bing-Bong! . . . Amusement . . . Finished'. It's available direct from the monkey himself, and it's by far the best album I've not yet heard."
 - pStan Batcow

374+/-1 [three hundred & seventy-four plus or minus one] by the taurus board (PUMF 637, 2009 - click to buy)

1 muj pes je zlo
2 Racist Professor (Hindu Horror Mashup) - the taurus board remixed by John Tree
3 is e mo daidi nios mo na do daidi
4 Limehouse - the taurus board remixed by RooHmania
5 no a si el nacionalisme a l'internacionalisme
6 We Are The Aborigines Here - the taurus board remixed by The Haddenham One
7 kapa cneni
8 Children Of God - the taurus board remixed by Howl in the Typewriter

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

 - Review by Andy Martin and Luc Tran, 7th December 2009(UNIT)
After waiting over 3 bloody years for an album by the taurus board, pStan finally sends us two copies, one each for myself (Andy Martin) and Luc Tran. As I’ve ventured away from dance / rave / techno recently and into free jazz and progressive rock, Luc has become the primary champion of the genre of music represented by this outfit. The review that follows is by myself and Luc; we are both here listening to it early on Monday afternoon, 7th December 2009, in my flat so there’s likely to be a fight (which Luc will win, obviously).
 - muj pes je zlo
Andy: A rather restrained way to start an album, this needs a funky bass guitar, more electronics or perhaps even a vocal. Actually, it’s simply too short, I think that’s the main problem here. Mind you, at higher volume and with the bass turned up, this is better. 6/10
Luc: A real cool groove - and what joy! I won’t have to wait another year for the next godspunk album before I hear the next taurus board track. What language is this? Why are all the non-remixed tracks in this language? Well, at least I don’t have any titles to give me a false idea of what to expect or how I should interpret what I’m hearing. As I said before: a real cool groove. 8/10
 - Racist Professor 

Andy: I yawned myself into a stupor for the first four minutes. Finally something happens and it becomes lively and interesting. Sorry, HeF, I simply don’t do ‘chill out’. 6/10
Luc: Very odd - sorta Bangla groove meets electronica - bit laid back and ambient for me this - tho it does pick up a bit after four minutes, specially when the bass kicks in. How can you yawn yourself silly when all that sitar and odd noise stuff is happening? You been listening to too much Gentle Giant again. After seven minutes this really kicks serious ass.
Andy: But it just faffs about for 4’11” before anything happens.
Luc: Whatcha talking about - it’s all been happening quietly but your head’s too full of Jethro Tull to notice. See? Like your man says, the problem on the planet is white people!
Andy: Oh come on, Luc, behave!
Luc: Specially white people who think King Crimson are cool. Anyway, this deserves 9/10.
 - is e mo daidi nios mo na do daidi
Andy: Now this is more like it - back in Ibiza with the Chavs –
Luc: Yeah, where you belong.
Andy: - having a good time with a couple of clover leaf E’s and a fag. This takes me all the way back to 1995 in that club in Shoreditch that Chau Hoang used to run and I stood at door searching folk for weapons. Yes, this is excellent. It hammers into the floor and shakes the walls down. 9/10
Luc: Yeah, this is well hard - those spikey ice crystal keyboards scattered over a heavy beat really do the business. 9/10
 - Limehouse 

Andy: I live near Limehouse - but this sounds far more intriguing than any of the crap you hear blasting out of Bangla boys’ car speakers while you wait for a 277 to take you to Hackney. A brass section, that’s what this needs; there almost is one, in the background there, a brassy keyboard sound.
Luc: This gets a bit repetitive but then I don’t reckon this music is designed for two people sitting on chairs in a room in Poplar at 2.30 in the afternoon. You need to be in a club up north about 2 in the morning to appreciate this properly.
Andy: Yes, it drags on a bit.
Luc: No, I’ve changed my mind now - about six minutes in there’s all this flashing silver stuff charging around from left to right - you have to take your time with this track - then, look, the brass samples return, hear it? Note how it gets heavier again but you hardly notice the transition. This one grows on you if you give it time to do so.
Andy: This track contains a number of slow, subtle changes. There’s this excellent driving groove twelve minutes into the track, for example. The trouble is, the whole piece is simply far too long. 6/10
Luc: Oh right, yeah, that’s a fine comment coming from someone who listens to crap by Yes that goes on for nearly half an hour. 8/10
no a si el nacionalisme a l'internacionalisme
Andy: This is sheer Chemical Brothers and from me that’s high praise indeed. Can you hear the resemblance?
Luc: No, at least not to any CB track I’ve ever heard.
Andy: I mean in terms of atmosphere, of flavour - there’s a late night Manchester feel to this one. Note the collision between major and minor modes towards the end. 8/10
Luc: Yeah, it’s sorta early 1990s house / garage hybrid. I reckon this might be my fave one yet. Very difficult to keep still when this is on. Mind you, is e mo daidi nios mo na do daidi takes some beating. 10/10
We Are The Aborigines Here
Andy: Ah, here we go again - let’s blame all the worlds’ problems on white people. It’s all our fault apparently. Blame the corporation and the government, not the person for the colour of his skin.
Luc: Well, how many black people own and run multinational corporations in the world?
Andy: I don’t for a start. Why should I be given a hard time simply because I’m white? I’m proud of what the white race has achieved and I’ll bloody well say so in public, too. Look, if I said about black people what he’s saying about white people, I’d be called a racist but apparently it’s permissible to slander the entire white race simply because a few neo-nazi nerds want to make life difficult for a few Abos.
Luc: A few Abos? You mean Aborigines. But the chap on the tape is making a valid point - I mean, could you blame Native Americans -
Andy: Red Indians, you mean?
Luc: I mean Native Americans - could you blame them for thinking all white people are scum? Okay, well anyway, so this one definitely deserves top marks because neither of us has even said a single thing about the music yet - which is easily the most interesting thing I’ve heard yet. What ya reckon then?
Andy: Yes, musically this is the most adventurous work yet. It isn’t my favourite track to listen to but I suspect that aesthetically it is the most satisfying. I wonder how much of this is due to the remixing process as opposed to the original track. The absence of any drum or strong rhythm track really suits this work. 8/10
Luc: Yeah, I think a heavy beat would spoil the effect and distract people from the words. Well, it’s not so much that but the use of weird disembodied electronic sounds makes the words sound even stronger, even heavier, even more in your face than if there was a beat or a tune happening. 9/10
kapa cneni
Andy: I find myself waiting for the track to start but it is never able to leave the launch pad. The engines are powered up and there’s smoke pouring out of the exhaust tubes but the piece stays on the ground as if wondering what to do next. It needs a pilot to steer it into space. 5/10
Luc: You’re off your head - you know, for someone who doesn’t do drugs, you come out with some real space cadet statements sometimes.
Andy: Oh yes, says Luc who earlier on wrote about ‘flashing silver stuff charging around’.
Luc: No, what I mean is, you often say you’re waiting for stuff to happen when it is happening and has been happening but you’re asking for The Prodigy when it’s the taurus board.
Andy: You may have a point there . . . I think.
Luc: I mean, there’s more subtle, under the counter stuff that happens in their tracks - his tracks - is it just HeF who does everything or are there two or three of them? Anyway, it’s often during the quieter sections that all the really interesting shit happens. 7/10
Children Of God 
Luc: Now then, is this my favourite track after all? I reckon it is, you know. It has the subtle, strange and secretive bits, all odd sounds flitting in and out of the groove like digital ghosts, while up front you have a driving beat backed up by a mean mother of a bass. 10/10
Andy: Yes, I agree with you totally. Even after nine minutes I’m still not remotely bored and impatient. The track keeps changing direction but in a logical manner that is almost impossible to describe accurately. 8/10
Luc: Maybe it’s because although this music is rooted in the 1990s, it still sounds 21st century. Note how the tempo has changed totally by thirteen minutes into the track. The voices are different, the whole feel has altered. Thank you, Jesus!
Right then - this is Luc Tran with Andy Martin signing off. If you haven’t bought this album yet - DO IT! It’s worth every penny of your hard earned. Really, it is - this isn’t just retro sounds by people who want it to be 1995 again - this is NOW music, taking rave culture into the 21st century.

A Lane In Spain-Fox Trot by Haddenham One Orchestra with vocal chorus (PUMF 623, 2009 - click to buy)

1 Fen Rap (The Definitive Howl in the Typewriter Master-Mash)
2 Rave ‘Un (The Haddenham One remixes The Ceramic Hobs)
3 40 Miles of Dickson Road
4 On the Cusp
5 Fen Rap (RooHmania Re-Rub)
6 Live In Terror
7 In The Nutshell
8 Amateur Dub (Haymarket Mix) (The Haddenham One remixes The Ceramic Hobs)
9 MC Fuzzy Nipples by The Haddenham One feat. Gimp Nipples
10 timorous by The Haddenham One feat. John Tree
11 On A Roll (Not The Beatherder Dub) by Mrs Cakehead
12 Bodmix (Mrs Cakehead Wonky Dub)
13 Strip A Real Male Round The Fountain
14 interlude by Heffalump Trap
15 Fen Rap (John Tree’s “If You Go Down To The Fens” Creepy Mix)
16 Duurty (Monster Mash) by The Haddenham One vs. the taurus board
17 909 (Sauce Mix) by RooHmania feat. The Haddenham One
18 Fen Rap (Astral Social Club Mix)
19 Inch Worm

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

"You wouldn't believe where inspiration for some of these recordings came from!"
 - pStan Batcow

Biscuit Psychosis by The Style Pigs (PUMF 581, 2008 - click to buy)

1 Flossy in a Fake Submarine
2 Me and My Circular Saw
3 What Do You Get Up For?
4 Casp R. of the Working Class
5 Look Dad No Limbs
6 Cheryl's Rotting Teeth and Eyes
7 Streamtime via Sewage Quill
8 Stealing the Biscuits of Satan
9 Fountain of Blood (featuring the S. Boy Battlecat Percussion Orchestra)
10 Tripe Tuna Bowel Syndrome
11 Year of the Rat
12 Underwater Witch
13 Mr Hatchet Dead Man tampered with by Sergeant Panic)
14 Hog
15 Career Whore
16 Bring Me the Head of Jim Morrison
17 Horse Filters
18 Hog II (pStan Batcow Edit)
19 What Do You Get Up For? (early demo)

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

"To give you a rough idea, here are some Style Pigs lyrical snippets:
You live on a planet of wasps / in little houses they're all having tea / there's a cream puff loose in the garage / Jesus liked Tizer and plums / upstairs there's a man with a gun / he's up there bleeding for you / do you have any segments, Mother? / I want to buy half a Christ / when I woke up I could only see sheep / horse filters wait in the afterlife.
Enough said . . ?"
 - pStan Batcow

The Immaculate Confection by Mrs. Cakehead (PUMF 546, 2006 - click to buy)

1 WL997463A
2 Mr Athatkins
3 Psychic Trousers
4 Dosh Age
5 Porsche Incident (Chillum Forest)
6 Pickled Egg
7 Good Man Down (nicked chorus)
8 Decomposer (2oo6 version)
9 Mucous Blues
10 Spaced Oddity
11 Footpads Of Religion
12 Bin Farmer
13 21st Century
14 M.G.S.
15 Umbo
16 Rude Computer
17 Moaning Get

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

"Mrs. Cakehead has tided me through many otherwise-glum hours with his trademarked Bacup reggae vibes. I can't imagine any but the most po-faced of listeners not enjoying the wigged-out-on-homebrew lyrics & inspired choruses of "Don't need to beg for a pickled egg" etc. And even they will have to give in to the wall of bass. Mrs C is another Perfectly Pumf Performer - buy his music & then zip on down to http://www.myspace.com/mrscakehead to meet the man, the legend."
 - Phil Smith, The Haddenham One

". . . Mrs Cakehead was brilliant. The kind of thing Frank Sidebottom and John Shuttleworth might have come up with if they had hooked up with King Tubby while holidaying together in Jamaica. Perfect."
 - Dean Kendall, The Bubblegum Dada Corporation

The Future is Esoteric - The Best of Martoc by Martoc (PUMF 525, 2005 - click to buy)

1 Venus in Ferraris
2 The Psychotic Stranger
3 Bamboo Boom
4 Atlantean Secret Service
5 She Died on the Operating Table
6 Swiss Bank Account
7 We are Legion
8 Lightning Roller Coaster
9 Drop Dead Neighbour
10 Avoid the Void (Open Universe Mix)
11 Spectres in the Spectrum
12 Warped Mirrors
13 Mental Patience
14 Pananoidalist
15 Helen is a Hologram II
16 Kiss and Break Up II
17 Singing in Sing Sing II
18 Return to Star Roots
19 Recycle Cyclists
20 Fuming
21 Heart Below Zero

Click to listen to a two-minute soundbite from the album
(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

"Supposedly Peel-touched undiscovered genius of English eccentricness sits right in there on the Pumf roster. Why hadn't it happened before? pStan should list the titles on his website to give a good idea of the psychedisized pop explosion herein. The best pop is always created by those you can't get an angle on."
 - Phil Smith, The Haddenham One

Orgasmic Death (PUMF 504, 2004 - click to buy)

1 first segment
2 second segment
3 third segment
4 fourth segment
5 fifth segment
6 sixth segment
7 seventh segment

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(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

"I was visiting Faslane Peace Camp (outside a nuclear submarine base on the west coast of Scotland) for a few days, sometime around late 1984. In the communal caravan, next to the battered old ghetto blaster, was a ragbag collection of assorted cassettes (left behind by a ragbag collection of assorted people). Most of these cassettes were without covers or boxes, and many were without labels. A friend and I decided to try playing some; one of these unmarked cassettes was the Orgasmic Death tape. (The name of the band is mentioned in one of the soundbites). I was very impressed with the tape, but nobody at the camp knew anything about it. I asked a few people if there were any objections to me taking it, but nobody seemed to be that bothered - so off I went with the cassette. To this day I haven’t been able to find out anything about it."
 - Stream Angel, November 2004.

Some Rotting Vegetable Sessions by Christ + Satan (PUMF 490, 2004 - click to buy)

1 Welcome To Hell
2 Mr Moughtin In A Shoe Shop
3 Amnesia
4 Mrs Dee In The Kitchen
5 Ian Sheppard Plays The Blues In Hell
6 Jelly
7 Lizanne 2
8 David Stubley
9 Andrew Coate Visits His Grandmother 1
10 Andrew Coate For President
11 Andrew Coate Visits His Grandmother 2
12 Rick Springfield In The Garden Shed
13 Happy Hour
14 FTQ
15 Anthrax Brown And The Hash Bags
16 Mrs Dee 2
17 Rhythm Composer TR-505
18 Nikky Nokky Caroline Orford
19 Grandmaster Melle Kevin
20 Lenin Is My Bus Driver
21 Inside The House Of Bernard
22 Ning (Satan Went Down To Sainsburys)
23 Jon Gidley Is Incessantly Annoying
24 I Want To Vomit On You
25 Scarecrow

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(this consists of extracts from several tracks, interwoven to give an overall aural flavour)

Electronic Music by Radiosonik (PUMF 483, 2004 - click to buy)

1 Transmission
2 The Cosmic Earth (part 1)
3 Pulse
4 The Cosmic Earth (part 2)

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". . . The Cosmic Earth (part 2) . . . I tried it today with the windows and door open and the outside ambient sounds were working perfectly with the composition; even a fly’s wing buzzing into the kitchen seemed to be at the correct level. Zen or what? . . ."
 - Dave Knight (of Radiosonik)

Oollamixy by Yximalloo (PUMF 448, 1989; re-released 2003 - click to buy)

1 Catholic Ghetto
3 Shwakimaseli
4 Under the Moon, in the Dream
5 Dance Dance Dance until the 3rd World War 14
6 A Stone 25
7 Too-Doo-Bong
8 Offer Incense Sticks on the Altar 1
10 Cold Turkey
11 The Moon Lady acrosses the Orbit
12 Kudalumping 2 - Back in the USSR
13 Khaki Men 5
15 Papa Pancak Silat
16 A Star
17 Strange Charm 5
18 Saimin
19 Voice from the 99
20 A Stone 27
21 Low Clouds
22 Siren-t Night
23 Throbbing Heart (excerpt)
25 I Hate Music 17
26 A Stone 23
27 Day of Garuda

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"Naofumi Ishimaru, the man behind Yximalloo, visited Pumf Records HQ for short stays on two occasions in the late 1980's, links having been forged between Japan and Blackpool over several years correspondence. During one of these stays Nao and Stan recorded a peculiar little piece of music together, titled Peter's Back. It was written around Nao's guitar riff, and vocal melody sung in vowel sounds loosely based on both English and Japanese. Stan invented words to fit afterwards . . . it was originally destined to be part of the 'Stan Batcow plus guest musicians' recording series, but was in fact deemed worthy of inclusion on a Howl in the Typewriter release. Naofumi most notably took Yximalloo to notoriety when they played a gig 'live at the lavatory' in Honda's factory in Japan - "We had the gig at the male lavatory in Honda's factory on 4th-July-'81. The audience was not so many. But we did. After 3rd tune, the guardmen came and stopped the electricity. That's all. Well, we don't say <Buy Honda!> or <Don't buy Honda!>."
There was also a short visit - 25 hours, to be precise - to Pumf HQ by Nao late in 2002: hopefully he'll be visiting again sometime soon; maybe there'll be time for more recording. (Yes, he did, in June 2004 and again in June 2005. A short recording session was undertaken - the results can be found on godspunk volume four compilation album)."
 - pStan Batcow

The Silent Light by Killy Dog Box (PUMF 441, 2003 - click to buy)

1 The Silent Light

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 - Review by Mark Wharton, Idwal Fisher #3, 2003
Killy Dog Box as mixed by Stan Batcow, over a track lasting a full hour and ten minutes. Which is usually enough to have me running to the hills waving my arms about like my hair's on fire, but after about ten minutes submerged into the bleak minimalist tones of KDB I was won over and lasted its entirety. Even though the track is listed as a full 80 minute piece it does seem to be sectioned at regular intervals, which means it isn't as seamless as it all would first appear. For those not familiar with the KDB sound expect lots of not much happening - breathy vocals and long stretches of almost industrial like drone are par for the course on most KDB releases, and expect as much here. The hand of Stan is there from the start in the form of some overlaid guitar washes, but as the track traverses its lengthy journey it's the hand of KDB that emerges the strongest and more recognisable. A pleasant enough release but way too long for my money.

 - Review by EKS Press (Estonian magazine), November 2003
See on CDR. Pohjus, miks ma sellest ikkagi kirjutan, on selles, et Killy Dog Box on juba 1994. aastast vaikeste labelite all CDR-e ja kassette valja andnud, teeb erakordselt head tumedat ambienti ja vaarib seega laiemat tutvustamist. Oma laadilt peaks see vist olema uks sedasorti "subliminaalsete sonumitega" plaate, mis teid pohjalikumal kuulamisel maratsevaks hulluks ajavad. Kuid kahjuks pole teda lihtne tarbida - labeli omanik Stan Batcow on hulga lugusid miksinud uheks 70-minutiseks looks. Mina oleks teinud parimatest lugudest voimsa valimiku ja hinnanud seda 10-ga. 8.

Eggs, Beans and Mayonnaise by The Pre-War Busconductors (PUMF 427, 2003 - click to buy)

1 Mrs. Rainbow
2 Little Blue
3 You And Me
4 Say Grace
5 Tragedy
6 Departing From This Area
7 We’re Going To The Bog
8 Shipston Aggro
9 Why Don’t You?
10 Tom Pike
11 Box My Ears
12 Big Brother Says
13 Nodder Nest
14 Clown Car
15 Hey Kid, Have You Lost Your Cherry Yet?
16 The Truth About Croydon
17 Pre-War Busconductors
18 Ginger Person
19 They Call Me Noddy Holder
20 Nice Legs
21 Pardon Me For Being Rude
22 Whip My Bollocks
23 P.W.B. Photograph
24 Second Bumming
25 No Roof
26 Jesus Leaflets
27 I Hate Skinheads
28 Eggs, Beans And Mayonnaise
29 Hersham Boys (Excerpt)
30 Seasons In The Sun
31 Little Blue

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"This is a lot like a more together version of the Keaston Pils and other home-knitted bands. The thing is, this was recorded between 1980 - 1982, which is over 20 years ago - which makes this somehow seminal! I once heard a tape of very early Fall, and they sounded even more 'bedroom' than this lot. (I recognise the name Laurence Burton from somewhere - did he used to run a tape label, and look like Dr. Who?) Yes, this is definitely of historical importance - The Pre-War Bus Conductors are the grand-daddies of TreeWireHead and the Keaston Pils. Also, comparing this to similar stuff, it's surprising that the sound quality is often better than the similar stuff that's being put out today, and this was recorded in the 1980's! (Lo-fi bands take note - you've got no excuse for poor sound quality)."
 - Stream Angel

Valley where the Moon Sleeps - Critical Netherworks of John Bartles by Bartles (PUMF 420, 2002 - click to buy)

1 F. M. F. Y.
2 Last of the Great Blasphemers
3 Neil Young
4 Dogs, Broads and Beer
5 I feel like a 12-pack, but I look like a Man
6 Over and over and over
7 Great Big Fat Woman
8 Bears
9 Stiff one for the Road
10 Washing Machines
11 Dead Piece of Plastic
12 Toxic Fire
13 K. D. Lang (is the only Man in my Life)
14 Baby on Board
15 They don't wear Pants in the Southern part of France
16 I am a Dead Man
17 Mr. Wrong
18 She's Ugly
19 I'm Suing the World
20 Cow-Boy Baby
21 Over and over and over (revisited)

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A Day in the Life by Stream Angel, Neil Campbell and Stewart Walden (PUMF 399, 2002 - click to buy)

Also features Kyp Highbury and William Clark

   (side one of cassette)
1 we’re buggerers
2 on the sample tune
3 we’ll be doing that all day
4 monopoly
5 ho ho ho little boy have I got a surprise for you
6 what’s what wine wise
7 you gumby
8 I haven’t met her yet
9 once in a blue moon you get a red herring
10 the 10th time they turned the tape recorder on
11 the 11th time they turned the tape recorder on
12 it’s stream’s dad’s pants
13 take that
14 it’s light and fruity
15 join in
16 aubergine fish
17 you’ve got to do the drum rhythm
18 ellofaone
19 a poodle failing to have a piss
20 lots of flies
21 I can’t wait to eat your leg
22 would you do the damage on that?
23 stop
24 up the M1
25 the 26th time they turned the tape recorder on
26 the 28th time they turned the tape recorder on
27 see what I mean?
28 musical interlude
29 johnny morris
30 road pizza
31 £6 for that?
   (side two of cassette)
1 meryl streep doesn’t look horrible
2 the 35th time they turned the tape recorder on
3 it’s a piece of celery
4 I wish I’d got there earlier
5 more scode
6 about 10 yards, actually
7 fancy having matches thrown at you at point blank range
8 the world in his hands
9 it was a bit pagan
10 stewart’s done it again
11 absolutely green
12 stripy pillowcase
13 the 47th time they turned the tape recorder on
14 the 48th time they turned the tape recorder on
15 the 49th time they turned the tape recorder on
16 the 50th time they turned the tape recorder on
17 the 51st time they turned the tape recorder on
18 ahhh you bastard, oh shit!
19 stan batcow
20 melody obbligato accompo demo
21 boring
22 oy!
23 the 57th time they turned the tape recorder on
24 you people are spoilsports
25 it always does that
26 a barrel of noise from neil
27 twist and shout
28 the worst thing stan’s ever received in the post
29 the 74th time they turned the tape recorder on
30 the 75th time they turned the tape recorder on
31 (sneeze)
32 it doesn’t look very good on tape so you have to commentate on it
33 whack the record levels right up
34 let’s erase all the bits with stewart on
35 we are all goths
36 especially me
37 believe everything they told you on side one
38 whatever happened to forever
39 it was one of us three
40 the 86th time they turned the tape recorder on
41 parting messages
42 part - another part
43 how are you going to read in the dark without turning the light off?

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The Desperate Accountant Tapes (PUMF 357, 2001 - click to buy)

1 Desperate Accountant
2 Redundancy Concerns
3 Answerphone
4 Are You Calling Me A Liar?
5 Retirement Concerns
6 Dog’s Dinner

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"Take one lovelorn obsessive chap, one carefree disinterested woman (absent), and the cassette recorder that brings them both together . . . this is a surefire recipe for enthralling, voyeuristic listening. The album also includes two nearing-redundancy women, distraught (or possibly relieved?) at being cast on the scrap heap; a peek into the world of the (usually) anonymous or erroneous answerphone message; an overwhelmingly logical monologue about freedom of expression, authority and situations of conflict; and a sixth-form-student-y recital of a play, complete with narrative concerning the recording process. It's entertainment, Jim, but not as we know it."
 - Stan Batcow