In the three years since The Sun flickered out, frontman Chris Burney has busied himself as much with releasing other people's music as making his own. Burney partnered with ex-Columbus dude Joe Kile, now based in New Orleans, and St. Louis musician Kevin Buckley to found Eastern Watts Records, a label specializing in limited edition vinyl.

In the three years since The Sun flickered out, frontman Chris Burney has busied himself as much with releasing other people's music as making his own. Burney partnered with ex-Columbus dude Joe Kile, now based in New Orleans, and St. Louis musician Kevin Buckley to found Eastern Watts Records, a label specializing in limited edition vinyl.

With no more than 150 copies of each release so far, Eastern Watts is a micro-scale labor of love. Its releases have been mostly as rewarding as they are obscure, starting with Kile's spare "Southern Beauty Queen" LP last year.

More records are on the way this fall, including a stuffed 7-inch from revived Columbus punks Sick Thrills and an LP from NYC's Slow Ghost, a.k.a. former Columbus resident Brian Szente.

Here's a rundown of the rest of the inventory so far.

Brosby, Kills and Kash, "Lonely Is the Night" 7-inch

This St. Louis combo featuring label founder Buckley conjures a few disparate sensations: the summery bliss of Jeff Tweedy trying his hand at Bay Area power pop, the warm glow of a kindly folk warble, and relief from finding out B-side "Joy to the World" is neither a Christmas carol nor a Three Dog Night cover.

Grace Basement, "Broke Up Man" 7-inch

Eastern Watts' finest hour so far comes from a band that already broke up, another Buckley project from St. Louis. The title track's surging power-pop makes budget keyboard presets sound classy, while the golden country rocker "Lay on the Wheel, Sweet Sally" is too gloriously conceived to write off as mere Gram Parsons mimcry.

Albanian Mob Murder, "Memphi$" 7-inch

This combo of longtime Columbus scenesters plays garage rock as primitive as it comes, with girl-group melodies slathered over shambolic drums and power chords. It stanks with friends-goofing-off charm, but the whole operation is a little too slapdash; Vivian Girls would have left these tracks on the cutting room floor.