HALF BAKED RECORDS
P.O. Box 347148
Atlanta, GA 30334
e-mail: halfbake@mindspring.com
Flap
HBR01 7"
"The Brotherload" b/w "The Bruised
Molecule"
"Like the manic genius of Jad Fair or the always inspiring Eugene Chadbourne" - Flipside
"Proof that abrasive punk has not yet fully explored the glorious possibilities of acoustic music." -
Rockpool
This 7" contains two recordings from a Chicago session recorded in August '92 before Flap
drummer Jason joined. Pick from blue, white, or black vinyl.
Toenut
HBR02 7"
"Heyward" b/w "Information"
"Kind of the calm before the storm Annie Haslam meets Ed Kemper for the mumblepeg tryouts" -
David Lindsay, Creative Loafing
Someone once told me that Toenut reminded them of the cacophony of music at the carnival,
especially the merry go round. Somehow they seem to evoke the happiness, playfulness, and
naivete that you once felt when you were a kid. On clear vinyl. Debut single produced by Clint
Steele formerly of Mary My Hope and the Swans.
Flap 
HBR003 CD - 11 tracks
Pal
"Hard to believe a band could mix the warm-hearted acoustics of the Weavers and the spazzo
aesthetics of Devo and make a winning go of it, but here's the ugly proof. With nothing more
than a pair of guitars and a humble set of drums, Flap pinches a supremely fine musical loaf on
their debut full-length. ...these Georgia Peaches are either musical geniuses or kin to the
melon-headed banjo boy from Deliverance. This isn't all just a bizarro-fest though, there's a lot of
real purdy playing amongst the madness. Think everything sounds the same these days? Go Flap
yourself!" - Option
BOB
HBR04 7"ep
"Atomic Cafe" b/w "Free & Clear"/"I
don't mind"
"For being as normal as they are (for the exception of Ray) these guys make some of the weirdest,
trance producing, thought provoking music in Atlanta (or America) today, as evidenced on the A
side of the new BOB single "Atomic Cafe." This song is like a trip to the moon, and I suppose
that's why they put an astronaut on the cover. "I don't mind" is well - jazzy. It lulls you into that
`false sense of security BOB trance' with mellow guitar, flowing bass, and snareless snare drum.
Then it happens, BAMMMMM! It kicks in and there's no turning back!" - Dog Soup, Atlanta
One3Four
HBR05 7"
"Too Much Jolt" b/w "Reverser"
I like to play One3Four about noontime on Saturday after I've had my routine 6 cups of coffee.
They make sense to me then. About as jolting as jolt cola and as destructive as a tornado in a
trailer park. Everyone tells me they sound like the Jesus Lizard, but I think they are much more
complicated and disturbed. One of the best live bands around! Hurry while supplies last - only a
few copies left!
Slumberjack 
HBR06 7"ep
High Heat
Loud! - the biggest complaint at Slumberjack shows. "Wear your ear plugs!" Razor sharp guitars
cut into that indie Southern punk rock thing. With guitars that sound like power tools and precise
drumming, this foursome totally rocks down the house. Former members of Clamp and Afterwords.
BOB
HBR007 CD - 17 tracks
Complex Organism Blues
Damn does the Georgia summer sun and humidity cause the good bands
to fry their brains like the most potent acid? From Lilburn, GA (look it up yourself) come a
three-piece called BOB that is anything but ordinary. You want comparisons? OK- try Truman's
Water, Scratch Acid, Jesus Lizard, Butthole Surfers, Subpop circa 1989 and Mission of Burma
looking death squarely in the face. There are 17 tracks on this CD (15 have titles) and not one
sounds even remotely the same as any other here. All tracks will seriously kick your lame indie
rock ass and give you hope that perhaps there is a worthwhile future after all. Ten out of ten! -
Chairs Missing (Stratford, CT)
Pineal Ventana
HBR08 7"ep
Philosopher's Stone
The second single from this troop is even crazier than the first. Everyone likes to point out that
the poster included in this 7" is a distorted picture of Clara, the band's vocalist and diva, (taken at
one of their show's at Dottie's) rolling in a pile of flour after drummer Mitchell Foy had urinated
all over her. PV's obsession with the bodily functions has critics defining their sound as Freudian
rock. This bands charm is their weirdness which has everyone talkin' - Check out the wall in the
men's room at the Midtown Music Mall - it's a tribute to all the play on words you can make with
PV's name - Peel a Banana, Penis Vagina, Pablo Santana, etc.
"Wow they fit 5 songs on this one. Some of the songs on this are close to melodic, but it is
mainly pretty noisy. I guess a lot of people would call them punk, but they don't really easily fit
into a category. They've been compared to Bikini Kill, Pv's a lot more interesting. This 7" came
with a poster and hand made material sleeve." - QRD
Quadruple Felony
HBR09 7" ep
with Atlanta bands BOB, Tweezer,
Pineal Ventana, and Suzybeat
"Four Atlanta bands give us hope in the noxious state that gave us that evil piece of white shit
known as Newt Gingrichvitis and the 1996 Olympics. BOB provide their usual idiosyncratic
rock; Suzybeat provide a Deadguy-styleform of hate rock(y'know - the Napalm Death/Swans
hybrid type); Pineal Ventana offer a nursery rhyme-on-LSD and Tweezer provide the missing link
between Six Finger Satellite's rigidity and Deadguy's primal scream." - Chairs Missing
Clobber
HBR010 7"ep
"Get Smart" b/w "New Year"/ "Crazy"
"I'm stepping out of my league here. What do say when you know a band should be recognized,
but not by you? I could make the token Jawbreaker comparison and leave it at that. You know,
it's all intelligent and shit. (I am kidding, fuck you!) What am I supposed to do with passionate
punk? ACK!!! Emocore, OK? Dig it? Buy this!" - Maximum RocknRoll
"Have you ever had any pent up angst? If you haven't you're definitely a liar, so do yourself a
favor and buy this seven inch. All of your daily angers and frustrations can be released with just
one spin. Straight forward and aggressive, Clobber pounds through "Get Smart" the titled A side
which would confuse you if you were to look for the hit. Flip it over and the B side gets even
better. Jim Pribble and Tim Campion show you no mercy as their rhythm tank drives you through
on its endless quest for intensity. With all due respect, please play it loud and clean up your mess
afterwards." - Ink 19
Harvey Milk
HBR011 7"ep
I don't know how to live my life
"These guys deliver an incredible, unpolished set of music. The
over-distorted crunch of the guitar, backed with solid bass lines and steady pulsing drums give
this band a winning sound. You'd probably call it metal but it is too minimal for that. Creston,
the guitarist, enters another world during the set. His harsh guttural vocals and bone-crushing
power chords leave the listener shocked, to say the least. Harvey Milk has an original aggressive
sound. Do yourself a favor and check these guys out." - Ink 19
Pineal Ventana
HBR0012 CD-14 tracks
Living Soil
"One of the most original bands to originate from Atlanta, GA in the past few years, Pineal
Ventana brings forth a stellar recording that transcends their raw raucous live show and previous
seven inches with talented dark and moody compositions of male and female vocals, multi-layered
guitars, saxophone, and highly creative drum sounds." - Ink 19
"For the CD Living Soil, all the weird sonic dynamics of the band's live Performances were
apparently bound in black leather, dragged to a smoky basement, and burned into plastic under
white hot laserlight. Spin the resulting disc and you unleash feedback howling like sinners in
torment across songs which at once as arresting as a discretely bared breast, yet as threatening as
a shared needle. Merciless industrial noise and eerie tape loops distinguish tracks like `Abre la
Ventana,' but the choice cuts - such as `Uzi does it' - feature vocalist Clara Clamp's icy
Siouxsie-ish wail. The relentless percussion on `Mark of Zero' evokes the maddening effect of
Poe's telltale heart, and `Ode to Tetsuo' showcases a fretboard workout during which the
guitarist's fingers must have fused with the metal strings, like the steel organs of the oriental
horrorshow to which the song refers." - Creative Loafing
"Pop this noise-drone outfit's new Half Baked release, `Living Soil,' into your CD player and
watch your wall paper curl, your pet writhe, and your neighbors fume. Hey it beats ER reruns!" -
AJC
One of the plots to get our yuppie neighbor to move out of our quadplex was to play this CD
every morning until he couldn't stand to live here anymore. - It worked!
To check out the Pineal Ventana web page, click here.
BOB
HBR0013 CD-21
Rounded at the Free End
"This Atlanta trio comes to you like a breeze of weirdness - the kind that isn't quite maddening
enough to club you over the head, yet it's tweaky enough to leave you perplexed. Of the 21 tracks
on Rounded at the Free End (the textbook definition of obtuse) only 10 are listed on the sleeve,
which makes dissecting them a bit tricky. But even BOB can best be summed up by saying this
band drives through the land known as noisy post-pop-punk-psychedelic. Frank Firehydrant,
Eric, and Raymond Surinck dilly-dally around tunes with an askewed affinity toward Wire while
managing to surf through Spaceman 3 monotony ("Vacuum Tube"), Minutemen pocket change
("It ain't Jesus Rodriguez") and creamed corned Butthole Surfers ("Ice Message Instanata") -
Magnet
Clobber
HBR0014 CD-11
Crash Course in Humility
"Much like their flammable club gigs, Clobber's debut CD kicks in right from the insane screech
at :01 into the first song, and doesn't come up for air 'til the silence of the last track, appropriately
called "Silence," come careening to an ugly fin. One of Atlanta most driving ferocious live acts,
Clobber's more pop-oriented songcraft is often lost in the schrapnel; despite the unwavering, up
your ass tempo, Crash Course in Humility does much to shed light on such under appreciated
talents. "Crazy," "Map Precedes the Territory," and "Crash Course" are the catchiest of the
bunch, with "New Year" and the aforementioned "Silence" not far behind. A noticeable sameness
drags downs the effectiveness of some of the other cuts, but the breathless gut-rush this trio
brings to the table knocks you over before you realize you heard the same thing two songs earlier.
Plus there's no one else in this town that can scream as savagely as Allan Ross." - Stomp and
Stammer
Eight
HBR0015 CD-8
Crash Landing
Sometimes I don't feel like my words alone give my records justice. Mainly because I don't
always think I'm good at expressing how the band sounds. It's always been a hang up of mine.
That's why I use other people's opinions about my records. However, I have a lot to say about
this record. My favorite story about Eight is once my brother was driving around and saw some
friends of his in a parking lot. He pulled into the parking lot and his friends came up to the car to
talk to him. Scott was playing a tape of one of Eight's live shows at the time. After talking to his
friends for a few minutes, one of his friends asked, "What's the matter with your car?" Poor
Scott had to explain to his friend that it wasn't his car, it was the tape of Eight they were hearing.
No really, sometimes this tape sounds like the soundtrack of some evil space movie - maybe 2020
of they ever make it. Tommy, John, and Rob were actually playing real instruments through
most of CD, and other hard to decipher, but this records sounds nothing like your typical musical
band. Ambient, atmospheric, industrial. It's amazing how much noise is a part of our life. The
sounds that most people consider noise are actually sounds we take for granted. But we never
think about it until it is deathly quiet. Some people find serenity in quietness. Not me - it makes
me feel as if something is wrong. You know the saying - There's always quiet before the storm.
SO, are you one of those people that can't sleep without hearing some source of a hum? Are you
the type of person that can't study or read without some kind of noise whether it be the TV,
radio, fan, etc? Well, I am. At times this CD sounds like two trains heading towards each other
with tremendous momentum until there is this incredible crash and everything is non-existent.
And sometimes it sounds like a trip to space. It's the soundtrack of my dreams and my nightmares.
Please e-mail Criminal Records for more information or to order, $3.50 for each 7", and
$12 for each CD or you can order by snail-mail by writing Half Baked Records (make
checks payable to Amy Potter) at the address above.
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