Earth Boys
Trail Remix

Austudy Records is proud to present it’s debut release Burning It Up: Australian Reggae (1979-1986). Acompilation surveying the influence of Reggae on Australia’s preoccupation with Rock, Pop and New Wavebetween the years of 1979-1986. This selection of 8 obscure tracks originally issued on 7” records representsome of the earliest examples of Reggae sounds in Australian recorded music.

Josh Brent (Schatrax) - recording from around 1998 - came out as Supa 12″ around 2000 .We found a white label in the basement here and all loved it and started to track down the original tapes for this re-mastered 12″ , simple pure underground house with the right influences - Has been causing underground waves in recent years.

PUNK003 - UK - 2020

The underground music scene in Asia has experienced a notorious rise in the last years, Taiwan, Indonesia, Thailand or South Korea are more inside the radar than ever, contributing actively with amazing DJs and super talented producers; creating an effervescence subculture where to keep an eye on.Multifaceted producer Mogwaa is not an stranger anymore, awarded in 2021 with best electronic album of the year in South Korea, his versatility and skills have found a place in labels as "Klasse Records", "Spring Theory" or Sound Metaphors' "Bless You" among others.We are glad to present one of the most awaited records on MM Discos; “Del Mar” is a bliss of fresh air, a story about all this little things that make us dream everyday. “The Sea” as the main actor of the movie orchested by Mogwaa and supported by crackles, waves and little islands where to get lost in.DOWNTEMPO, BALEARIC, AMBIENT, ELECTRONICA

Locked in a 486 glow, lightblink machines nightlight, being enters lighttime limelight. The long nineties already distending, the Major midbloats, crowds throng superclubs- strobelit honeys on a podium in Ibiza already blasted a stratosphere away from mildewed badflats, emphysemic parlours, the fug of week old washing drying slowly on the rad. Ach we’ll hang it out in the morning fire another joint of badhash and turn that tape over. We are being Here. beings disconnected, shut ins, psychick worriers, long walks to and from clubs, mostly dark, always raining, or mizzling anyway, lug bigbrick machines into cabs and Venue, setup and playing live and right now from the lounge lobby at Sativa, down the stairs from the caustic, twitching thrashpit being sits, being works. Dole sludge, shirking class zeroes, scoff pizza rolls w salad cream, that headchef gaffer never reckoned you’d graft at the potwash, a slick fur of rotfood dish slop residue right to the elbow, absolutely bowfin. Rumours of other places, people, scenes, tapes sent and emissaries return, invites to get trains, overnightbus south to London. being brought water to the ‘wells in South London and monthly emissions snaked out into the world, into badflats elsewhere where gowched couch tatties sprawl and the being burrowed deep into memories.. Tea is toast and sandwich spread and endless crisps as the binbags pile high in the backyard, the being blinks, it’s a twilit morning and it’s time to go to bed.

It Was by Colin Potter