NOTES
Around the time Folly was released we were asked to do a session for the Craft Singles cassette series. These are three of the eleven tracks we cut over an evening at Echo Chamber Studios in Halifax, NS. Ryan Kirk played organ on a majority of the tracks. Unfortunately all of the remaining songs were only retained as digital files that later became corrupted.

The three tracks on this cassette were recorded live off the floor to tape. Tickle Pink has the only overdub, a second track of guitar.


EXTRAS
Robert Drisdelle created a video for Dead Scene Politics using the audio as a trigger for the video channel of a VCR and a variety of editing techniques.
vimeo.com/19627446


REVIEWS
"Three tracks of jerkabout No Wave and sonic guitar explosions. “Dead Scene Politics” and “Tickle Pink” are slinky, repetitive and kinda’ funky. Not booty-shake funky. Like gone sour, skewered in an Uzi Rash or 'Hairdryer Peace' sorta’ way. Lee Renaldo guitar tones give into what may be a very, very, very loose rendition of “96 Tears”. A big Question Mark for all those involved. A cattle crying dirge featuring mud, dirt and a sorta’ mud-dirt hybrid. Highest recommendation for those who like to use vacuum attachments on their genitals. Comes in a snappy lil’ screened sleeve and has a download card. 90 made. Gone?"
- Terminal Boredom

"With infinite drones of granular noise, The Ether dismantle ? and the Mysterians “96 Tears” into blissful nihilism. It’s the perfect trajectory for the moodier garage-punk of the 21st century: manic threads of derisive tone, painful hollaramas, and the burnt guitar leads of a desolate future. The Ether remain a vision into an apocalyptic groove transcending metaphysical mediums in sinusoidal abandon. Get sicc with it."
- Aaron Levin, Weird Canada

"Quivers was almost immediately followed by howling, acid-fried garage punk duo the Ether. Setting up on the floor in front of the stage (despite being the only band who could have comfortably fit), the singer/guitarist bathed in a sea of reverb and effects, pushing his playing into outer space and his vocals into incomprehensibility. While definitely not sounding like the Cramps, the Ether shared a similar aesthetic as far as stripping everything down to the most basic riffs and rhythms and adding a shot of wild-eyed mania. The songs weren't particularly memorable, but the band's sonic attack was fairly impressive."
- Michael Toland, Exclaim

"Two-piece noise rock band The Ether — joined by some guy who is apparently a former member but here just lit candles, played a bit of clarinet and draped various items of clothing on top of himself (later saw him doing the same thing during the Pop Winds set at Rialto, wtf?) — kicked things into gear with violent fury. Inside the tiny constraints of Cagibi, The Ether’s ear-bleeding squallor made me think of David Lynch’s description of watching Inland Empire in a theatre: IMPOSSIBLE TO ESCAPE."
- Jesse Locke, Texture

"Fucked up psychotic noise! 3-member art-rock ensemble play really deranged stuff and I like it. The vocals are coarse and distorted croons. Edition of 90 cassettes that you slide out of a handprinted cardstock sleeve."
- Bob Scott, Mongrel Zine