Don Dietrich
Chinese Root Letter/Tabulae Sex
lp - $10
Ecstatic Peace


Being one third of Borbetomagus ain’t a small thing. Borbeto is still, after 30 years, the elephant in the room anytime some one coughs the word “noise.” One of the hip, underground, tape kids was once overheard saying that if Borbeto wasn’t playing there really wasn’t any point in going to No Fun but that when they aren’t there all the other groups end up sounding better. Oof. This solo screed is a rare look, with clear and singular definition, of Dietrich’s set-it-on-fire-start-over-repeat approach with moments of such flammability and momentum that one hears precursors of even Lightning Bolt in the flash fire field burnings that his brain, lungs, sax and electronics unleash. It makes total sense that Merzbow, Hijokaidan and Incapacitants are such huge fucking fans, don’t sleep. Artwork features Don’s roofing tar art. Figures. return to store