Ship Canal presents 'The Rise Of Potato Fascism'

Ship Canal is the proprietor of Hand Loom Lament, a D.I.Y micro-label specializing in D.I.Y electronic-alcoholica for wage slaves, by wage slaves.

His first CD-R is Please Let Me Back Into Your House, released on Hacker Farm's 19F3 label last year. 

He comprises one third of the tramp-juice power trio, Ex-Servicemen.

He is a four-time IWGP Heavyweight Champion, a three-time All Asia Tag League Champion (alongside Stan Hansen) and a member of the Countryside Alliance.

This mix was named after his friend David Bell's essay, The Rhizome: A Potato Fascism.

Tercer Mundo – Intro

(Self-titled 7”, Cintas Pepe, 2012)

Sometimes a wee shot of subcultural lifestylism can be good. These folks are from Monterrey, Mexico.
White America might have seen it on the news. Involuntary crud punk that makes you want to dig out 

those '90s Latino HxC sides that changed your life. I mean, this is just the intro, but trust me.

The Residents – Sinister Exaggerator 

(Duck Stab!, Ralph Records, 1978)

All over the place, yet anchored by the very explicit feeling that they know exactly what the fuck 
they are doing. The absurdo-melody is basically a whacked-out Horse Rotorvator-era Coil reel 
on rubbish speed. Before Horse Rotorvator existed. And without the shitty “magick” arse. 

Nancy Seasay and The Melodaires – The Ballad Of Hong Kong

(C'est Fab, It’s War Boys!, 1982)

The first ever release on a label with whose output I identify with to an almost obscene degree. 

It’s War Boys! #1. UK D.I.Y Rosetta Stone. I might just stop making music altogether because, really,
what’s the fucking point when these bedsit bastards have scooped up every half-decent idea I've ever had
before I was even born? Like someone threw Else Marie Pade down the stairs 

straight into Basil Kirchin's sleazy, gaping bum hole and she formed a band with his small intestines.

Tubby Hayes – Voodoo Hayes

(Voodoo Session, Trunk, 2009 reissue)

Shepperton hard-bop stinker originally laid down for Freddie Francis's classic Amicus anthology, 

Dr Terror’s House Of Horrors. I like pretty much all the Tubbys - King, Smith, this bloke. 

I'm also a fan of Fatty Fudge from The Beano and I liked Fatty Arbuckle until ‘the incident’. 

Anyway, this is a sublime and deceptive little flouncer 

that even chucks in a nutsack-tickling wisp of a half-solo that, oh, so briefly recalls 

Coltrane losing his shit on Mr P.C. The little tease!

Violence and The Sacred – Now A God Dances Through Me

(Dull Knife Dull Life; Sharp Knife Short Life, Freedom In A Vacuum, 1988)

Kaffe Matthews – C

(Still A Slapper, Stitching Mixer, 2001)

Off-the-peg bullshit industrial bollocks that some chump 

from Blackest Ever Black will probably try and pass off as some lost classic 

(and used here for no other reason than I don't know how to mix 

and fancied including some portentous spoken word rubbish about cancer and the existential void
because, well, it’s the internet, innit), crossed with a genuinely ultra-focused concrète miniature 

that reveals about 1,000 microscopic scuttle loops on repeated listens. FUCK!

Tashi Wada – Gradient

(Gradient, De Stijl, 2012)

Tell a sound artist that Tashi is better than his Dad. See what happens. Live on the edge. 

Be like Steven Tyler in that respect.

Lincoln – Bench Warmer (Ship Canal Man Boobs Megamix)

(Two Headed Coin split with Hoover, Art Monk Construction, 1993)

‘90s emotional HxC is probably my favourite genre of music. 

In fact, I spent most of my time when I was 17 

talking to men much older than myself on MSN Messenger long into night 

about how best to go about making a template that I could use to accurately reproduce the words 

UNIVERSAL ORDER OF ARMAGEDDON on my Jansport bag using Tippex. 

They might have been paedos. They probably weren't, but with usernames like 

ELISE, YOU PUT YOUR TRUST IN ME, it really was hard to tell. Brb.

Kilgore Trout – Ablaze

(Stretcheads / Kilgore Trout flexi, free with Ablaze! #7)

Like half the tracks from a Dub Sex tune pasted over the top of Frank Sidebottom covering New Order 

on a disobedient Casio. I have no idea why or how I have this. 

I might have stolen it off someone in Glasgow while I was living there. 

I mean, that would make sense. Sorry.

Smith And Mighty – Brain Scan

(Brain Scan, Angel's Egg, 2003)

Japanese reissue of this incomprehensibly far-sighted half-breakbeat-but-not-really dub monster. 

This is 28 years old. Think about that. I refused to believe it for about three years after I first heard it. 

Halfstep charlatans pass off weaker shit than this in 2013. 

Those microdot swooshes at the end are just DARLING.

Kambo Super Sound – Kambo Super Dub

(Split 7” with Don Papa, Sex Tags Amfibia, 2010)

I never associate dub with the sun. 

To me, it’s piss-stained Hulme stairwells and sweaty as fuck basement parties 

in the only working class part of your city that hasn't been decimated by Urban Splash imperialism. 

What that has to do with a soundsystem crew from Norway, I have no idea.

Constant Pain – Shadow Of A Lonely Man

(Self-titled 7”, Carburetor, 1996)

Nasty little hermit bastard locks himself in a room and poops out hyper-dense alcho-folk 

over two sides of seemingly moss-encrusted vinyl. 

I'm a huge fan of music that is as depressing as humanly possible. 

I hope he didn't die, though.

Indian Summer – I Think Your Train Is Leaving

(Self-titled Indian Summer / Embassy split 7”, Slave Cut, 1994)

Tweez-humping HxC Americana buoyed by some of the most harrowing can-barely-be-arsed-to-scream
declarations of ineffectiveness I've ever heard. I sample them all the time 

and someone always thinks I'm using something that’s actually cool and hip to like.

Luke Fowler and Richard Youngs – Yellow Garden

(Yellow Garden, Fourth Dimension, 2012)

I would marry Richard Youngs if he didn't seem so shit at socialising. 

And if he seemed like he drank more and liked professional wrestling. 

Seriously, I don't usually care for people who release every single miniscule sound 
they happen to make on a given day (except for Prince. I'd definitely buy everything he has in his vault. 
Even stuff he's dropped in there by accident, like contact lenses and anti-depressants), 

but Youngs doesn't make bad records, just new Youngs records. 

Luke Fowler is an art man.

PQ - Louise On Earth 

(Louise On Earth / Countdown To Elise, Epanding, 2008)

I'm well into stuff that has kids singing on it. 

Like those terrifying Current 93 records about National Bolshevik horses that live under your bed. 

Or Human Skab. I bought this because I heard it had a kid singing on it 

and thought it might (it could, couldn't it?) sound like Human Skab.  

It sounded like washed out middle class bores deciding which Lemon Jelly CD to put on after dinner, 
so I put some FX over it and it still sounds rubbish. DON'T STOP BELIEVIN'!