Idea Fire Company was formed in 1988 by Karla Borecky and Scott Foust and continues to this day, despite the odds. IFCO’s goal has always been to create experimental atmospheres to open up a more aesthetic approach to both the world and one’s own life. We strive to evoke possible alternative worlds as a direct opposition to the paucity of life under The Spectacle. IFCO has always been an open concept. As such, besides core members Karla and me, IFCO has included Matt Krefting, Graham Lambkin, Meara O’Reilly, Mike Popovich, Dr. Timothy Shortell, Jessi Swenson, and Frans de Waard, all friends, like-minded thinkers, and fine artists. IFCO’s relatively small catalog is partly due to Karla’s and my participation in other aesthetic endeavor, but it also reflects our ever increasing determination to craft each release into a diamond. And we don’t like to make the same diamond twice. This program is a selection of IFCO’s music from our long career.
Here’s To Love!
Scott Foust
1 Beauty School (excerpt) From Beauty School LP (Ultra Eczema) 2009 IFCO: Karla Borecky, Scott Foust, Matt Lrefting
2 Stranded I
3 Stranded II From Stranded LP (Swill Radio) 2004 IFCO: Karla Borecky, Jessi Swenson, Meara O’Reilly, Scott Foust
4 Port Lligat From Explosion In A Shingle Factory 2LP (Swill Radio) 1991 IFCO: Karla Borecky, Scott Foust
5 Against Gravity From Anti-Natural LP (Swill Radio) 1998 IFCO: Karla Borecky, Scott Foust
6 Lost Victories From The Island Of Taste LP (Swill Radio) 2007 IFCO: Karla Borecky, Scott Foust
7 The Square Of The Appalling Mobile (excerpt) From Anti-Natural LP (Swill Radio) 1998 IFCO: Karla Borecky, Scott Foust
8 Heroes Of The Last Barricade From The Island Of Taste LP (Swill Radio) 2007 IFCO: Karla Borecky, Jessi Swenson, Meara O’Reilly, Scott Foust
9 The Island Of Taste From The Island Of Taste LP (Swill Radio) 2007 IFCO: Karla Borecky, Dr. Timothy Shortell, Scott Foust, Frans de Waard
10 Ether (excerpt) From The Fourth Dimension Is Money 2LP (Swill Radio) 1994 IFCO: Karla Borecky, Scott Foust
As we sow skulls into the earth of our orchards, feasting on the decomposition of our elders. As their rotten brains nourish the newborn apples and those apples rot into wine, we became drunk upon their foul reputation!
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