The following is a list of albums that were released this year that I did not have the space to review, but recommend no less. Hopefully you?ll see something that catches your interest and inspires you to look it up. Ummm…… yeah, smoke babies. Oh, and P.S., go to www.slsknet.org for the best file sharing program ever. Pipes!

This is the final edition of this semester?s Record, and Wood Pipe (who will probably be called Peace Pipe as he takes over some of the work) told me that ?IVAN KNOWS BEST? might be going down the pipe. This now gives me the chance to really, really fess-up. Yes I knew Best, but really not all that well. I only met her three years ago when she was working at Peaches. She was a bouncer, and I got bounced. That day (according to my weight calendar) I only weighed 153.5 lbs, so when she threw me out I rolled two or three time in the direction of Ha Ha Pizza. Best took pity on me and picked me up, told me to stop crying and that it would all get better soon. ?Mama?ll take care of it.? She said. I kept crying cause I couldn?t see her mother anywhere. She should have been around because Best told me her mother was Better. I didn?t even know she was sick. Better came later and apologized ?cause she had to visit Good. I didn?t ask and I didn?t care who Good was. So, the truth is that I do know Best, but not as good as Better, but better than Good. Here?s the truth: Best likes music, and when there is nothing for Better to do, she dances with her. Bad, the brother, just watches.

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Album’S of the Week…

DBOD brught to you by Wood Pipes & Ivan Dihoff

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I would like to open this week?s installment of the D.B.O.D. with a few words of praise for my esteemed colleague and partner in crime, the one and only Ivan Dihoff. Week after week Ivan continues to bring us brilliant and insightful, and brilliantly insightful meditations on some of this year?s most complex musical releases, often with very little time to do so. Ivan; I am unable to articulate the depths of my gratitude. This column would not be possible without you.

Also: I do not typically offer much in the way of a preamble for this column, this is intentional and it is how I usually prefer to conduct business, but this week I do have a few thoughts that I would like to share with you before I get to the reviews.

Welcome to the Dried Baby Organ Dispensary. Here at the D.B.O.D. we pride ourselves on collecting and recommending only the freshest of jams to smoke your babies to.

Telepathe- Farewell Forest EP [ The Social Registry :: 2006 ] In the dead of night, deep in the forest; in the shadiest of groves, the neglected, lost souls of this earth gather and cause a mighty din. And not in an A.A. meeting kind of way. This is sheer debauchery, a feast of sin even. It is urgent and sensual, incomprehensibly dark and devilishly alluring. Like swimming through the folds of the velvet blanket of night, and drowning, and sinking into it, endlessly…… And then waking up inside of a jack-o-lantern. Awful, demonic creatures are dancing around you in circles and laughing beautifully. Everything seems fluid and starts to blur, and you find yourself lost but comfortable, and the shadows creep over your mind like a coma. And then you wake up again, alone in the rain. The wind is blowing and the leaves are falling and you are staring at the face of eternity. It looks kind of like movement stuck inside of an aging polaroid photograph and…. then it?s gone. That?s it, party?s over. The way the details of a dream slip away from you as you watch the sun drift up over the horizon, it just goes away.