"alive in my mouth" was listed second on the wire magazine's "office ambience" list, i think in the last issue? expect a full review from them soon.
alive... was also norman records' "album of the week" last week, here's what they had to say about it:

Christ almighty, this is excellent. Heavy Winged have chucked out 'Alive In My Mouth', an LP they recorded a couple of years back that's only now finding it's way into the world, lovingly pressed on to 180g vinyl and packaged with a CD including the full album plus an extra bonus track. This is probably the best new release I've heard since being drafted into the Norman army, an absolute battering ram of heavy, lo-fi, improvised noise-rock over two loooong tracks. It's just so unrestrained and primitive sounding, it gets me in some sort of indefinable tribal way.. My id feels completely poked. Like I know that a caveman ancestor of mine would be well into it too without any need for context or any of that daft stuff. He'd probably be pretty confused at what the hell the overloaded amps and feedback were but they'd inspire him to go out and do some hardcore hunter-gatherer shit and no mistake. If they started these jams in the centre of the Earth they'd probably strip away the layers of the planet from the inside until eventually there was nothing left but the band floating towards a terrified man in the moon looking his own imminent death in the eye. I imagine this is what Drum's Not Dead-style Liars would probably sound like if they completely shed their pop sensibilities and just went apeshit on shifting, drawn-out grooves and heaviness. Their reviews are usually total crud but I heard Ebert and Roeper gave this twenty thousand broken thumbs up. And rightly so. Limited to 647 copies as far as I know, so get yourself in there!


from aquarius records:

Latest from this Brooklyn trio (at least they were Brooklyn based last time we checked, they may be spread out all over the country these days, but at least one of em is still in Brooklyn!) and while they still wield some serious psychedelic heaviness, they've also gotten seriously melodic. The first of two sidelong tracks on this new lp is wrapped around a main riff and looped rhythm, that is crazy catchy in addition to being blissfully blown out and weirdly hypnotic. The trio lock into this relentlessly staccato groove, a sort of machinelike groove, super repetitive and robotic, the group pounding away, while the guitar slowly builds momentum, the sheets of high end and the streaks of feedback and wall of buzz lifting ever higher, a slow burning ascendancy, it almost sounds like some scientist took a lost Fushitsusha jam and slowed it down, it the lab, to examine it more closely, like some Discovery documentary featuring a time lapse film of a 'psych jam' captured in the wild. Until finally the main chugging rhythm drops out, the whole track becoming more and more stripped down, the drums skittering away, while some tangled buzz continues to twist and contort, into various permutations, the drums remaining the only constant, the guitar offering up strange and gloriously gnarled melodies, and the bass just buzzes and rumbles heavily. Right at the end it gets super spacious and pretty, but still without losing any momentum or lysergic energy.
The flipside is another grinding buzzy psychjam, one set of strings oscillating intensely in the low end, chugging and churning, the other locking into a woozy looped riff, all draped over another blown out motorik groove, that sounds like a more loose extension of the main A side rhythm. The track has plenty of twists and turns, eventually getting all mathy and metal in the middle, the main riff becoming super spidery, the drums going spastic and free, but still all settled on a thick bed of grinding mesmerizing buzz, finishing off with a burst of resplendent epic majesty, gradually slowing down to a weird warped outro, of lurching, skittery downtuned riffs and haunting disembodied metallic buzz, weaving back and forth and finally leaving a washed out sun baked glow to fade out quietly.
The cool thing with Three Lobed releases, is that not only do you get the lp, gorgeously packaged and pressed as always, but you also get the same songs pressed on an actual cd. Including a 17 minute bonus track only on the cd. Another weirdly looped slow motion psychedelic workout, this one even more slow and bleary than the lp sides. The drums setting the skeletal framework, locked into another mesmerizing complex loop, around which thick effected buzz, scrapes and chugs and whirls fall into step, establishing another kick as motorik groove that could go on forever as far as we're concerned, and in terms of the track, actually does, while the guitar here soars weightless high above, sounding all angelic and sun dappled, almost like a wailing voice, spread out in glistening streaks over that awesomely relentless chnnkŠ chnnk chnnk chnnk, below, so kick ass, weirdly minimal but still so heavy and psychedelically resplendent, eventually slowing down to a lysergic, buzz drenched crawl, before finishing off in a blinding chaotic crush of blinding high end, squiggly freaked out FX and chaotic drum crush.
Gorgeous black and white packaging, with a super tripped out, crazy intricate pen and ink cover image, thick sleeve, pressed on thick vinyl, with a real cd not a cd-r, and crazy limited as always, only 647 copies, each one hand numbered, we got a bunch from the band when they were here on tour last week, so not sure we'll be able to get more once these are gone...


from losing today:

You may well recall this lot getting the thumbs up here courtesy of their ultra limited outing for the incredibly cool Trensmat imprint last year. Much to our horror we've noted this Brooklyn based trio have been sneaking out with ridiculous regularity a shed load of shelf creaking releases all of which have been ultra limited and missed by yours truly.
Now after much delay 'Alive in my Mouth' finally gets to see the light of day - packaging alone makes it well worth the wait given its pressed up on heavy duty 180g slabs of vinyl housed in a thick card sleeve with bollock dropping smart artwork from Michael Canich. For those of you who foolishly shipped out their hi-fi's don't worry - tucked inside the set you'll find a CD with both the vinyl cuts with the welcome addition of an extra track which all gathered together clock in at a head shredding 50 minutes of intensely fractured no nonsense boogie. Did we also tell you there are only 647 numbered copies - ours in case you're wondering is 493 - so best get your arse into gear if you want some.
Anyhow we had a slight mishap in our gaff with this ferocious beast, having recently acquired some floor standing speakers and a restless desire to try them out - we wired everything up then eyed this beauty (well the Kikuri CD was certainly a no no not unless we wanted to leave a crater where the gaff used to be - even we aren't that stupid) and thought 'to hell with it' - what better way to push the hi-fi through its paces than a spot of heavy duty freaking out. F**k me - not advised kids - well not unless you happen to live on the moon (preferably the dark side), within seconds the floor was threatening to blister open, the vibrations alone registering well off the richter scale while the unearthly growl rippling below my chest cavity was I imagine not so dissimilar to Mr Hurt's before the screen arrival of the Alien.
Our tin hat was well and truly donned, our skull suitably bandaged and screened ready and waiting to fend of the ensuing cerebral attacks of their locked grooved grizzled goo. Hell we weren't disappointed - Heavy Winged despite their towering skrees of aural artillery are probably more distinctive for the element of endurance that they subject their listeners to, with the exception of the parting 'emak bakia' they carve out a chilling and unrelenting torched terrain, ominous blizzards of controlled fury both dense and demonic scald with an intimated threat. Not quite as caustic as that Trensmat appearance or indeed as dirty, still though a behemoth of a release. Quite where exactly you pigeon hole these dudes is anyone's guess as they appear to bestride a white hot inferno that draws upon the disciplines of slo-core, grunge, hardcore, freeform noise psyche (and for a brief moment 7 minutes into 'emak bakia' frazzled elements of post rock) all dispatched with much aplomb with a humungously heavy underpin wired through its very core.
The frenzied freeform chaos that ladens the grooves of the cacophonic glazed 'wounded crystals' make for a colossal head trip of intense butchered boogie that insidiously builds layer upon layer of repetitive coils that manifest superbly into thick molten textures whose prime purpose it seems is to fry your mind - a scathing inferno reminiscent at times of a still born creation from the dark psyche of killing joke. The atonally austere and bearing down heavily 'gruesome pillow talk' as the title hints is a festering slab of unsettling monolithic grind that looms large like some all consuming hostile no future black hole version of My Bloody Valentine with a side serving of wig flipped Sonic Youth in one of their more experimental hybrids.
As punishing as it is the bonus cut 'emak bakia' proves to be the sets centrepiece - a terra forming 17 minute odyssey of sound which admittedly shapes up to be quite sedate when compared to its accompanying bludgeoning brothers - low frequency squalls and wig flipping spaced out montages rather than trying to trepan you out of existence it provides for a more measured and carefully constructed affair by blending moments of discordant eruptions dragged from the primordial ooze and disquieting lulls that eerily radiate ominously never once letting up on their intimated threat.
An awesome thing.


from stuff to put on your toast blog:

Heavy Winged - Alive In My Mouth
The latest release from Three Lobed Recordings continues their trend of an LP on 180g black vinyl with a CD of the material with a bonus track. Heavy Winged have a previous release on TRL that featured material released on a pressed CD for the first time. That was my introduction to the trio. Since then I've bought their Archive release 'Feel Inside' and the vinyl-only 'We Grow' LP which I think is their best material to date.
Until now. Side A offers the familiar sound of Heavy Winged with a few new elements/textures to keep things interesting. Then comes Side B which contains the most crushing song they've yet to record. The first half the 16+ minute track is a wall of sound that comes crashing down half way through and then simmers until the end. The CD contains a third song clocking in over 17 minutes alternates between a frenzy of sounds and quieter, moody parts. Chalk up another stellar release from Three Lobed.


from apples and heroin blog:

Heavy Winged "Alive in My Mouth" (Three Lobed, 2008):
Last year, this Brooklyn-based three-piece melted faces with a fine tapestry of psych guitar called We Grow. In between that LP and Alive in My Mouth, the band threw some limited run release our way. None of it lived up to the heavy dose of lysergic confusion found on We Grow. The band almost reaches the majesty of that album with Alive in My Mouth. Comprised of two side-long stunners, Alive in My Mouth shifts into multiple auditory modes without sounding forced or overly loose. "Gruesome Pillow Talk," which trucks through Side A, features a flickering shoegaze guitar washing over jagged buzz-saw string scrapes. A steady, somewhat unchanging drumbeat lends the song a sort of ragged Neu quality. The mournful quality of the guitar eventually subsides for a full-on fuzz fest. The final quarter of the side features bursts of dissonant-yet-funky robot skronk being overtaken by an angelic choir of gray sound. As the song could feasibly morph into other fascinating shapes and hold the listener's interest for an eternity, the band sucks it into a void, signaling its death knell with a drum attack. A heavily distorted stoner metal riff commences "Wounded Crystals," a hazy, aggressive mind-warp. For a quarter of the song, the riff grows almost too repetitive and the song collapses under the weight of the guitar feedback smatterings. The band wanders into the self-indulgent bliss momentarily but it regains its focus with an introverted Van Halen riff blended with blurs of angelic falsetto vocals. A band exhibits its chops by moving as one through the improv swamp. For the most part, Heavy Winged's tunes fail to sound improvised, as the band transition into different portions of their jam so effortlessly. The band coalesces in a manner that suggests they can pull something like Alive in My Mouth from the fog whenever they feel like it.