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Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Friday, August 6, 2010

Six Heads - 'Six Heads or The Appearance of Hairs Band'

Six Heads - 'Six Heads or The Appearance of Hairs Band'

Six Heads - 'Six Heads or The Appareance of Hairs Band' Cover A / a suRRism-Phonoethics Release sPE_0042
Six Heads - 'Six Heads or The Appearance of Hairs Band' Cover A / a suRRism-Phonoethics Release sPE_0042

suRRism-Phonoethics is ultimately excited as well as proud to release Six Heads!

Based in Toronto, Canada and formed by multidisciplinary artist W.A.Davison in 2000 from the ashes of the former junk instrument project Urban Refuse Group, Six Heads is an ensemble of six instrument-builders and sound experimenters dedicated to exploring the rarely trodden territory of surrealist sound collage - aware of the trails previously blazed by other audio surrealists but charting their own path by means of free improvisation, homemade instruments, and live mixing as opposed to studio manipulation/composition.

Members of Six Heads have performed at the 2008 Whitney Biennial (NYC), Festival International de Musique Actuelle de Victoriaville (Quebec), Y2K8 International Live Looping Festival (San Jose, California), Liz Was and Miekal And's Festival of the Swamps (Madison, Wisconsin), on Wire magazine's Resonance FM radio station (London, UK), and at legendary tape networker Hal McGee's Dictaphonia Fest (Gainesville, Florida) as well as having collaborated with members of numerous other noise, experimental, andimprovised music projects such as Nurse With Wound, Nihilist Spasm Band, CCMC, AMM, and Govt. Alpha.

Recent Six Heads releases have included tapes on american labels Black Horizons ("The Popeye Scat", 2009)and Psychform ("Ether", 2007) and an upcoming full-length vinyl LP on Wintage Records.

Six Heads is
William A. Davison, Sherri Lyn Higgins, Colin Hinz, James Bailey,
Pete Mosher, and Linda Feesey.

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hence the time was boxed in years quite fast, ftl -

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For example talking in virtual demures this consists of smacks in one guild.
- undRess Béton on date to date 2010

Visit these masters: Six Heads & Recordism

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Six Heads - 'Six Heads or The Appearance of Hairs Band' (mp3 and covers)
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Thursday, August 5, 2010



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Sunday, July 11, 2010



Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Songs of the New Erotics "DU(BU)ET"

Songs of the New Erotics "DU(BU)ET" performed live at "Performance Night 4.5", Toronto, Mar. 6, 2010. DU(BU)ET is a "duet" with one of the performers absent.
The live performer is W.A.Davison (aka Songs of the New Erotics) using hand-manipulated vinyl. The absent performer is DAS of Big City Orchestra who is represented in the performance by a cassette player and backing tape. The backing tape was composed by W.A.Davison using raw audio material submitted to the S.O.T.N.E. project by DAS sometime in the mid to late 90's (thanks DAS! I'm finally using that stuff you sent me!).
Video by S.Higgins.
Thanks to Dahye and Yuki for use of their space and organizing this event.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

S.O.T.N.E. - Songs of the New Erotics

S.O.T.N.E. show Saturday!

Songs of the New Erotics performances are exceedingly rare these days. I do hope you will do WHATEVER it takes to make it to this one!


( s a t u r d a y ) March 6th. 2010

S h o w at 7

(at) Studio 303

888 Dupont St., Toronto


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Filip Anton

Lanie Chalmers + Ducan Stewart

Roman Pilates

Songs of The New Erotics

Special screening of:

"Shadow Play" by Dahye Bell Kim

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s e e y o u t h e r e !

L o v e,

Love from me too!
- William A. Davison

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Tuesday, March 2, 2010


Will the real Recordists please brandish their lobsters

No, this is not Recordism... (the following link)

So, uh, this person couldn't do a Google search to see if someone might already be using the term? No alarm bells went off when recordism.com was already registered?


- William A. Davison (humble originator of the one-and-only true Recordism, 25 years and going strong - AND online since 1999 I might add! harumph)

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Friday, January 1, 2010

now here

by undRess Béton

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

ick weak hj went pursue them all
why itchy pen went hollow


Sunday, December 6, 2009

unRecordism ‡ Я

VIVA Recordism!

VIVA Recordism by William Davison - by undRess Béton

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Monday, November 30, 2009

Friday, November 20, 2009

CWK 0008 release on 23rd November

undRess Beton - classwar karaoke 0008

Classwar Karaoke 0008 release on 23rd November 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I am my own worst enemy. If I confess that on two consecutive occasions today, I ran the gauntlet of duration itself, you'll see me, wrongly, as some minion of delight. I am, instead, q-kneeling gog, sane overhear, a weird-oh. I am pissed out, your casement, your buried alive. I red rag both upon opinion and upon the view from opinion. I am more interesting than the average person.

Terry Blee. LOL

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

recently spoken

do I have to speak out the word,

or was the word already taken by the suspicious thought?

we smiled

recently as I discovered the mentioned far site theory, wearing my task to leave,

the road was cleared by paths of her past.

rinsing wounds

apparently scouted as mantled order taken clown from aridanus flat tire visions had disguise,

but then as those that called her by the name

she of us were them stuck to labels as wasted furniture people’s advices.

shy provoke

meanwhile sipping the colors from the wall scratching my loose head barely that of such kind worth to mention

“regressive stanch rant flaws of speaking times as words recall your nothing” he said.

as for response

the curtain would just suite me right to leave my sight besides the vision of crkela & exon shuffling

however we were bound to make the call just as of now. he ran.

sparkling glamour of grease passing the route of the time’s measurement ,- faulty faulty I dare to speak…

when traveling the scale makes sense

we’d appear to be revealing scattered tiles of our shaded minds

- dead flowers wouldn’t reach the thought anymore.

she whispered.

slight tense…

Thursday, October 15, 2009

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to dried
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through to was the smile this


Tuesday, October 6, 2009


bed upon me. ostia. fed upon me. ostia.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Andre Pissoir in Deboredom

along, "Il Manifesto" one me

than to own a title:

clear some had text and own epilogues

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no, rather be death’s underwear

than choice, deceit,

different argument, may count later

there are lengths by of in have his duty to be measured

nothing suspected later

détourner be december or have another year

more to come on sunday to our already enrico memento

very more names followed by development

like challenging ready length he did deboredom of chosen to be earlier

moment decades always sublime mediatic impressions

to me or rather to be it is give

other than that is fraud

end leurre.

- André Pissoir in Deboredom

Thursday, October 1, 2009


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leisure of fusing the button to create the duality of plants growing from below the root becomes

the track of suburban passion and devotion

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

currently unrecording

'in evening literary region, as to man notion
I themselves degree of perpetrating comments through ridiculous Surrealism'

-André Pissoir on date to date

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

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See dial
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May Varies. Miraculous My up,
what 8, want pressing
damn People
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am thrills
you remain

god’s thumbs
Where to with them Beings

the I me some well

I'm upon all

Thursday, August 27, 2009

should them...

hear can or of from essences

applause crackled thumb for its smell

but those are not an still but also sound

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

trashed ‘bangs’

he decided to hence, so the rest already did try to do cancel.

fortunate sample was times as they also noticed colors-

while realizing the wait the step was caused!

larry was out of reach…

could wanting to deceive a mission?

ranting cause trashed ‘bangs’


blu and er

full inspiring about

Sunday, August 2, 2009

mary exceeded her handkerchief

Thursday, July 23, 2009

just a thought towards letter exhibitions

this more have general managed Roger

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Monday, July 20, 2009

Collaborative texts, July 19/09

Barbarians vs. Cowboys

The lake of mud quivered slightly as she emerged, slowly and obliquely angled. Her bonnet remained hopeless but fear gripped the throng of onlookers and hippies sat in the back in a haze of goats' hair. The sack remained motionless, humming slightly for the return of England and other outmoded extravagances. Questioning whether it was possible to put both legs in one compartment, Lady Anthracite blinked and fluttered in the fog. "It's all a sham!", she moaned as the mysterious lights slowly moved under her smock. Scarlet flowerpots fell from a tremendous height only to ascend rapidly again mere seconds before crashing. Protective magic might serve to hide those unsightly folds of flesh worn by the Barbarian tribes but around here the cowboys have got it all wrapped up!

The Bearded One!

Feathers and paint were the sole components of his elaborate and ornate vehicle. The wheels were aristocratic planets that creaked in a vaguely tuneful way as they turned the butterfly wings. Older men scuttled across the ocean floor like crabs while the young ones employed inflatable roses to float to the oily surface. Loose or tight, molded infants appeared in the wings, their plastic faces gleaming under shapeless garments or microscopic organisms. Magpies grew more formal and transparent as evening descended. A crippled mathematician disintegrated into a picturesque fog. The mechanisms were inspected carefully and cleaned of any errant hares and toads but witchcraft still seemed the more viable option under the circumstances. Oak or willow poppies clattered noisily in the driveway where earlier civilizations once provided bugs with floatation devices. Queen Elizabeth now appeared from under a rock. "Behold, the Bearded One!", she exclaimed while extraordinary discretion kept her from revealing her magnificently lathered apparition.

- S.Higgins, W.A.Davison, July 19, 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sunday, July 12, 2009


lurk sky scar scrape tied love
hence traditions allow you to live
gestures of scrambled perception handkerchiefs
undo you do stand will voodoo rhythm
time is your cell
measures most what lives their hell
ways of paths borrow street names as orientations
come back from past plastic ports
open to connect more than one part trial
fail as individual is the scheme
humbled sliced self esteem metorial memorial rhetorical

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


Surr Jean,

The News from our Scriptorium.

Exit is binary Way & DemonTage is written.

You have to blog up someone Pation!

Relevance in Resonance-Show,

Blackblurri of our Diskurs.

Do you remember how I excavated your Inside

& made out of it some Posters?

But we forgot the Allmonds,

all those Months.

Nevermind Hunters!

The Ceremony will i.K. begin

after a Lecture of licking Door,

after eleven spreading Literatures.

So sitzen wir am Zoo und

opfern unsere Gedanken.

I ´mappel Lajdana ŽŽŽŽŽ

ŽŽŽŽŽŽ - oming out of me.

Ž modaliteti nemaju ništa sa namjerom gledatelja.

It is very angel!

We are drawn back to our No-Lands

& we can report.


Monachos in holistic Nihiližm

Surr Motorr

I’m driving my head without a stearing wheel

Through the Rapture of suRRalley

Acceleration BRancussi, - Underline, Dot EU.

Astronomic corset is bursting.

Oh that’s a lovely Sound.

Holy Ghost out of the exhaust.

Nebulous instance of truth.

SuRR Fashion MotoRR

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Against repressed reptile.

Mercy Pure MotoRR

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Disc Brake with plenty of Opportunity

Arrived to spin.

SuRRealistic Economy

Related by Company Gold,

Kingdom of PR.

Cutting Wax Roaring Surr, RR

Scream Flow,

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Friday, June 5, 2009

tarentaliogy defloration undRess Béton by Jaan Patterson

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009

I seek a singular kind of intelligence, coupled with a meaningfully professional attitude towards (A) a man (size 14) with curves in all trhe right places. From him, I like it (B) small, (C) slow and (D) tall as a wall, and I like his long hair and facial hair, as it drags me. It's a pipe-dream, right. I design. (Aporia.) Well, about me ... so tactile, and will relish the better of me (in his blood). (....which, no no no, doesn't include tendencies to only add people.) I'm not an Adonis, but I have succumb a bit I hope...

Sunday, May 24, 2009


bright bright. the pissmop.

i insert betwn layers of bread. castratd.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009


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cortége travel screwed less among those longing thoughts

handled safely bliss returned vast smeared colors born as black fly in fright

simply put it was screaming vomit tearing guts for salted eyes watching esthetic terror

shaped misbehave was lust for ever metallic sparks shaving minds tented lazy flesh without pleasure

soggy wings tried to drag her down but never apart it could fact

ween was over as paragraph lost it’s own science in history as seconds

that’s light’s architecture became dark after missed version predatory choice implementation days 

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

dear reader

please wait for me here

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A Concise Questionarre for Mice

What motivates you to be compelled to help others?

Well actually working on the street helps quite a bit 'cause I see the apathy that is so rampant with people in not just North America but in the world. People are apathetic and I think it's because they're not exposed to enough. Well maybe they're exposed to enough but not in the right way, not in the way that captures their imagination and really forces them to act. I'm gonna be trying to bring some of what I learn and the way I feel about these things through people I meet and with things that I do. Let me explain the roots of my loathing: The first day I moved in, I realized I was in trouble. It was July 1st, and a sweltering 95 or so degrees. I am carrying heavy boxes, and therefore wearing shorts, a tank top, and a bandanna. I instantly begin getting nasty stares from my neighbors

What are some ways you, or we, can help combat this apathy?

He worked at a moped store, fucked up hair all wrapped in a layer of American Apparel clothing. I love to see the look of repulsion and disappointment on their faces the first time they hear me speak.

Does this whole cohesiveness start with understanding?

Of course. Everything starts with education. You have to know the faults before you can change them. I hope. Naturally they buy cheap bikes, cheap used clothes,
and cut their own hair (or not) to appease this guilt. Who the fuck
do they think they're fooling?

You know those baby blocks where you have to put the square through the square hole and the triangle through the triangle hole?

There was SO much media coverage, the guy I was with alone was photographed a million times and interviewed. They want everyone to bring a boombox and play Neil Diamond's "Coming to America" while dancing, juggling, wearing capes, and just being gay overall. I'm not really sure what the point of it all is, but just thought you might want to know.