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And so we begin the 12 days of XXXmas here at Drag City; or wait, has Hanukkah dropped yet? When's Kwanza? Isn't it Chinese New Year already? We can't tell, to be honest - it was a heaven and hell of a weekend, ok? Partying with ourselves, then crashing holiday get-togethers everywhere we weren't allowed; I mean, in this day and age, where you're encouraged (and actually rewarded) by big brother to slight Mom n' Pop Shops in favor of online retail, it's important... (read more)

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Gloorrgghhhhrrrgghh! Air! We knew had to come up for air – if not for ourselves, then at the very least to let you know that we’re still here! That’s what makes us Drag City – not that we need to tell you, o ye of great faithful, the nature of our identity, we just like shouting it into the night sky – we’re not just a company that puts out LPs, CDs, DVDs, books and magazines and yes, sometimes just a t-shirt,... (read more)

Things make sense all the time. Then they totally don’t. We know why they make sense but then again we don’t know why they don’t when they don’t. That’s super confusing to us, but it's cool ‘cause it's only a half time problem. Not like half time at the super bowl, more like half of a whole. As in 50%...if you’re using 100% as the whole, then 50% would be half. And if you're giving 110% (which is our normal expenditure of effort around the... (read more)

It's that time of year again: time for our little greed-mitts to get itchy while our festive, embroidered stockings hang rotting from the mantle. What kinduh goodies will Saint Nick spray into 'em this year? Whatever the shape, size or substance, it'll be all the more awkward for everyone if your "Santa" is "secret" and doing God-knows-what in the cubicle next to you (like it is here at the mothership, moan!). Anyway, no one knows more about SantaGod and his magikal ways than Bonnie "Prince"... (read more)

You've seen the bootlegs, heard the covers, and caught wind of the legend. Some Kiwi-born guitar-slinger mysteriously called Jesse Harper who could bend strings like his hair was on fire, who suffered the pitfalls of managerial mishaps and couldn't get a deal for his white-hot album, who turned to Krishna-consciousness and migrated to India, never to be heard from again; sound familiar? It's a rock n' roll chronicle covering 40 years, and it's finally getting proper due, when Drag City releases Doug Jerebine is Jesse... (read more)

Back in the early times of 2011, post-quake/pre-tsunami February, to be exact, our pals Bon and Cairo blessed us all with 10"s of help for those in need. "Island Brothers" b/w "New Wonder" was the name, and charity was it's game - remember that one? Every little shilling you spilled purchasing it went towards an approved Bonnie cause, but we didn't use ALL of it on scented oil soaps! Nope, some proceeds for the 10" single actually went to the EDGE Outreach, a non-profit... (read more)

Alasdair Roberts: Scottish singer of traditional songs, deft composer in his own right, world touring performer, compilation compiler, and.... puppet-master!?!/? Indeed, Lorde Roberts continues to expand his CV with roguish flair. Alongside drum beater (and mate) Shane Connelly, Alasdair recently mounted an evenings-worth of music and puppetry at London's Cafe Oto, where the two presented a ciphered version of "Galoshins," a folk play traditionally central to Scotland that tackles themes of combat, death, and resurrection. You can check it out... (read more)

Holidays are here! And somewhere between the string of lights you're using to asphyxiate yourself to ex-tasty and your subtle degradation of mom’s turkey baster lies a record shopper at heart and in hand. Leave it to Drag City to give you everything you need without leaving your internet.

A winter-white spray of December releases are available for premature ordering right now from this very site!

Wilson Semiconductors from The Howling Hex!

The complete Groovy catalog- Pete Shelley, Sally Smmit and Her Musicians... (read more)

Believe it or not, it's actually been 3 years since Neil Hagerty and his Howling Hex (a hex is the plural of Hagerty types - like a pack of coyotes, see) graced us with a new border-sound music-only statement. Doesn't seem right, does it? Hell no. That's because it's dead wrong. Sure, Victory Chimp, A Book is a wild and unholy statement of it's own, but not of the trad LP format - we, like you, suffer severe withdrawal in these unfortunate 'tween-the-album times. Thankfully,... (read more)

We're all floaters in the middle of the mind of the universe that Mike Donovan and Co. create for us, did you know that? Electrodes, dormant sectors, and all. Like a sledgehammer to the skull, Sic Alps send little shards of bone fragment into our sensory-active vital organ, inducing involuntary convulsion in our bodies. A double LP and two 7"s this year nicely bludgeoned the frontal lobe into happy daze, but the kids ain't through; expect something similar, perhaps more impactful, in 2012. Meantime, Sic... (read more)