There is so much gelatin, tantas novelas, how can they all be sorted?

This is the extended version of the track on CTb 3b, so you can download and experience it in pukaphonic sound yourself! This was written at the end of the first rendition of CTb, with a combination of sampling and analog effects. It's music for prepared studio, this is one of 3 live studio performances of the piece, homage to Frank Merill, one of the few people who ordered the 1st CTb release in the dark, dark beginning.

If this doesn't prove that philz isn't right in the head then nothing will... but he insisted on it, and as he is doing all the html, so...
we do get to say that philz should be ashamed of the flatness of his vocals, but with his explanation that this is from an extremely early CTb track, of which only the vocal is now presented parted and parceled in a particularly putrid manner.

Inspired by Twin Peaks this is a deep woods treatment of owls, sampled as they are naturally heard on sound fx cd's. This was the piece that kicked CTb into its second incarnation, so that must mean something, but perhaps not. Part of the dj disturbed project.

Both Mortimer & phil share a love for spoken word, so when they found a recording in an east side shop of Ezra Pound recorded from his nursing home, well, this is the result. It is said that listening to this piece over and over will cause madness. Or it makes people mad. Anyway, Ezra's voice speaks for itself, and this just points out some hilights in a narrative that would probably be better left to its own...

This is a reconstruction of an earlier CTb piece that, though well-intentioned, somehow failed to deliver on its potential. Perhaps under the modern hands of CTb it's worsened, but we think it's worth a listen, and it is only as we hear it.

Mortimer's project, this was realized on a midi wind controller, and is to be pictured as the crucifix operatics, something to scare them off the set of jcs. That it miserably fails to do so may be its only charm.

A droan, a groan, an ugly bag bone... an interesting study, hopefully. The dissolving dissonance of drones, we decided this was a keeper.

Along with "It's Coming" (on Volumes 1-3) one of our favorite and more absurd pieces. "It's the end of lunch as we know it, and our licks are still lipping." go figure...

A diatribe against werk, a heart-felt cry for frustrated corporate workers everywhere.

A plunderphonicy piece, it's rather hard to say where the bits and pieces came from, but the operatic descent was the inspiration for the whole things. Made when the cd skipping was still a new and disturbing thing :)

Based on Sarte's "Nausea" this piece has a lot of problematic portions, but hopefully has some interesting aspects... we disagreed strongly on this piece in presenting it here, but philz argued that it should be included, and the 'arcane device' section in the middle is a bit phun...

A few of the earlier CTb pieces attempted to be simple songs, though things usually got out of hand fairly quickly. Still this one might have made it through relatively unscathed. It's an ode to roadkill everywhere.

At the time it was dangerous to leave a phone message at Heraldo's... actually it was hard to receive a message there too, but we'll leave that to a future CTb answering machine message disc released in an unforseeable future. Can you guess who this is? It's Mark...

This was inspired by uncle Bill Burroughs, in the Benway guise, and hoped to convey something malicious! A bit bombastic and stiff, but a phun thing to be embarassed over having made.

A larger work never considered for release, but perhaps safe for download. Throttle not your chicken's neck, seek true love...

An attempt to show that CTb could make a bunch of circuits rock. They couldn't.

This is here only as a useless historical reference, the tune that brought the band a name. Better than Pasteurized Ikons, no?