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What have we? Dope Body! The lovely brothers of Baltimore have erected a fresh slab of sound fit for releasin' on May 22nd. They call it, Natural History. 'Tis the Drag City debut for these fellows, sure to give hope to all bodies world-wide, both natural and enhanced. But you've heard about this already, right? You point your ear towards the ground with your head on the rails; otherwise, you wouldn't be reading this (you sick fuck). Dope Body are road doggies, funsters,... (read more)

It's release day here in Drag City country, and we're thinking of buying the farm - cause the positive feedback from all comers for Dirty Three, Masaki Batoh, Bonnie 'Prince' Billy and Sophia Knapp is killing us! Speaking of Sophia Knapp, the girl just keeps on creating-on! Like all of us, she's wondered - would life be better living "In Paper?" It's a rhetorical question, one that can't truly be answered, but one that is nonetheless wondrously experienced by Sophia Knapp in... (read more)

YEAR OF THE EAR

Drag City is back in the shattle, 2012 - here to whip the eyes from your head to make you see! You don’t need them ol’ sightballs anyway…like us, you’re a LISTENER. And once you’ve been deprived of your ocular nerve-enders, your listen-senses will sharpen up into something quite non-believable – you know, like the smell of sound will begin to become acute within your aural sections. Who among us doesn’t dream of that? Raise your hand, if you’re... (read more)

Whoa! Howzit towards the end of February in the 2012th-leap-year-of our-lord and we haven't really done talked about Joanna Newsom none? Guess that's the life and times of a record label on the move, busy telling the world all about the whozits and whatzits of the right now- as in the right now of Sophia Knapp, Masaki Batoh, Dirty Three and Bonnie 'Prince' Billy, each winners of thee February Best New Release Sweepstakes. But it's no fun galloping through the wilderness with... (read more)

What's that the dust rolls in? Why, it's the three noise-slingers of truth, the triumvirate of the apocalypse called Rangda! Three heads are better than one, they say (in evil unison), and these three man-heads, put together, are rabidly carnivorous. Asleep for some months, Rangda's awoken hard from it's wintry hibernation to annihilate (...er,make musical friends with, c'mon!) everyone they meet next week in the United States' infamous Northeastern corner. A tour! Rangda on the road! Rangda vs. New England! Chasny-Corsano-Bishop, fattening... (read more)

Electrical impulses zap through your brain like meteors across a galaxy; synapses of light flash like distant quasars, baking every planet, living being and robot in its star system. In universal terms, does it make a sound? If a tree falls off a planet made of maggots of the mind of the universe, and no one is there to see it... does it have a taste? These questions were explored on records past, but for decades remained unanswered. Now, in the two thousand-twelfth year A.D.,... (read more)

Ack! Ick! What happened over the weekend, some homeless folk come in and use our warehouse as a shit station? It's so fucking filthy in h... oh wait, that makes sense - Toward the Low Sun, the new batch of jams from Dirty Three, is shipping out to mom and poop shops all 'cross the USA this week, duh!!! Maybe you heard about these guys from down under (definitely come from under sumpin...), Dirty Three? It's been seven years since they made... (read more)

Arting is such sweet sorrow - but someone has to do it, and that someone around these parts is The Red Krayola. In December, their name stood out among the few leaked from the loose lips of publicists whose job it was to set off the news of the forthcoming Whitney Biennial. From their salad days of putting the 'art' into 'upstart' on the mid-60s Houston garage scene to their legendary psychedelic and post-psychedelic albums on International Artists to Mayo Thompson's fabled... (read more)

Ever wonder what it's like being in Black Bananas? Hitting the road with rockin' icon Jennifer Herrema, getting stoned, getting ripped off, changing lives (and clothes) at the shows, swimming in the hotels, and sleeping by the pools? It's a wild ride, but it's supposed to be... or is it? You be the judge, as Black Bananas say it is, then say it isn't. But that's the life of a lifer, ok? Shit's real when you're on the peel, just like Black Bananas... (read more)

JACK ON!

Boy, what you doing standing there with your hands not in your pockets? Ain’t you glad to see us? Well stand at attention, then! Your friendly neighborhood Drag City Drone is floating way over your head, ready to blow you away at the first sign of life down there. So shake us a tailfeather please.

And – phoo – excuse the rain of crypt-rust – our outer layer’s a little dusty. But as you’ll soon see, we’ve got an insectoid world of wonder... (read more)