New recordings invoking the grand traditions of Turkish psych with passionate recastings of tripped-out surf, Cambodian rock, Saharan guitar, electric Thai; even a little Sun City Girls post-punk.

Horse Sacrifice was performed on Danish TV in 1970, as a protest against the Vietnam War.
It hinges on a haunting, fragile song entitled My Dead Horse, with Lene Adler Pedersen accompanied by Bjørn Nørgaard on piano, and HC on violin. This beautiful, sad lullaby is as simple, precious and unusual as anything in Christiansen’s output. Previously unreleased.

Henry Mancini’s fabulously evocative Latin-flavoured soundtrack to the classic Orson Welles film.

An overview, 1958-2017: thirty-three works, including landmarks like Le Voyage, Messe Pour le Temps Présent, Variations Pour Une Porte Et Un Soupir, Messe De Liverpool, Apocalypse De Jean and Dracula; also including fourteen never before released, like La Note Seule, and Grand Tremblement, composed in 2017, the year of his death.
Discs in digi-sleeves, inside a box with a lift-off lid. 100-page booklet.

Brothers Evgeny and Mikhail Gavrilov from Novosibirsk in Siberia.
You might remember Mikhail’s excellent cassette, Roots, which came out on Hive Mind in 2022, under the name Misha Sultan.

‘A little bit like a collaboration between Metalheadz and Weather Report, to accompany a seventies cop thriller.’

Rough, trippy, live recordings made two years after The Truth. Raw mid-70s psych.

The French avant-garde quartet, four years in, improvising with instruments from Western, African, Middle-Eastern, and Far-Eastern cultures. Recorded for Futura in 1971, this is their sole album. “We just wanted the sound, the raw sound-texture, before being treated and shaped by any cultural code.”

2 CDs and a DVD from Trevor Jackson’s label: post-rock meets electro-punk, meets electronica, meets who knows. Killer cuts from Fridge, Four Tet, Sonovac, Playgroup, Gramme, Mu and the rest.

‘The debut album from this Berlin and Edinburgh-based duo is an intricate, robust, unique collection of songs, underpinned by intensely textured, interwoven guitars. It nods to Jim O’Rourke’s lounge numbers and the droll lyricism of Jonathan Richman; to Vini Reilly in its serpentine sparseness; to an unlikely confluence of Tortoise and Weather Report.
‘It opens in a flash of light, like a comet, with Mr. Wind-Up Bird. Passages of density rise up from stilled valleys. It’s easy to imagine the pair looking out over the rolling fields of their garden studio in East Lothian.
‘There is a similar crispness and precision to the percussion-work on A Certain Arrangement Of Atoms — where an old, slightly out of tune piano adds a few expressionist strokes to this pointillism, loosening the tension., till all we’re left with is the bass.
‘Although the album orbits around the pendulum sway of The Older I Get, it’s What Cats Think About that stands out most. It’s a Sun City Girls kind of curveball— warmly engaging, ramshackle, intimate, strange.’

1970s bottlings of the ‘crystal giggling energy’ of muse Vista, through a pioneering mix of one-stop synths, tape reversal, feedback and so on. Supposedly the kind of thing you hear during a near-death experience.