20JFG have been vibing on Ariel Kalma since way back in the pre-recession non-stop Bacchanalian dance party that was 2007.  We picked RVNG’s LP of unreleased recordings by Kalma in our 2014 year end round up and here he is again, on RVNG, collaborating with fellow synth voyager Robert Aiki Aubrey Lowe.

Recorded in a remote part of Australia, the resulting collaboration is like all the best bits of New Age — if everyone would just take off their energy masks and bathe in the noen flecked glory of the Old Ones.  Kinda’ like the end of Cabin in the Woods if it was a homage to 60’s experimental psyche films.  If only.

But I digress.

Strange Dreams has that ethereal melody that called all the spacemen to Craig Leon’s yard.  But spinning around and about this higher synthetic plane are the voices: chanting, breathing, sighing.  Where Holly Herndon was techno these voices are part dirt, part dawn chorus.  Dancing with the melody and the voices are those bass parts that always speak of progress: rich and warm — music to lay the foundations utopian citadels to.  A menagerie of hopeful sound.

Robert Aiki Aubrey Lowe & Ariel Kalma – Strange Dreams

Strange Dreams is taken from FRKWYS Vol.12 which is out on April 13th in the UK.  You can pre-order it wherever you are in the world, right here.

All 1960s communes had blogs

Featuring : The Ceyleib People


This song reminds me of when we lived in a  commune in the 1960s.

Writing the blog was trickier then – we sold all our drugs so we could buy a Burroughs 205 from the University of Virginia. It cost 1 million dollars. It was a moderately priced machine. Computers were better then. Our Burroughs had a central processing system that used 1,800 vacuum tubes. Vacuum tubes are much cooler than microchips.

The Burroughs B55000 cost 5 million dollars, but swapped the tubes for transistors. This was the beginning of the end for digital media. In 1971, Intel invented the microprocessor. We blame this for GamerGate

Back in those days, we used AT&T’s Dataphone modem to blog our posts to communes in Germany and Japan. It’s a little known fact, but all 1960s communes had blogs. Acid Mothers Temple and Amon Düül had particularly insightful and taste-making ones.

Unfortunately, Google Translate had not been invented in the 1960s. We don’t speak German or Japanese.

It was via the Düül’s blog that we first happened across underground American psych masters The Ceyleib People, whose single album – Tanyet (1967) – provided a sonic blueprint of sorts for the particularly hairy form of kosmiche funnelled by Amon Düül and others.

Unfortunately, our commune wasn’t blessed with the greatest dial-up link at the time, so Anton I – the joint blogged by Hairy Düül – sadly took 43 years to download.

The Ceyleib People – Anton I

In the meantime, we spent years poring over clues in that cryptic Germanic prose as to what this music might actually sound like. Because humans were telepathic in those days, we were able to network our ideas about this music locked in plastic grooves on the other side of the globe via mystikal orgasms acquired through lysergic lotus position group-sex.

Sex and drugs in the 1960s were mostly functional – a  workmanlike process to facilitate third-eye communion, much in the same way that the children of now might FaceTime or Chatroulette.

But listening to Anton I now, we feel relieved to know we were pretty much right all along. OK, so there’s little less of the acoustic grime and raga-footwork present in the The Ceyleib People’s own version of their music then we predicted, but surely a reunion is due. And that email we sent the guys back in 1968 should be arriving any day now.

Entropy R Us

Featuring : U


Last Friday we attended the wonderful Where To Now party at the post-Turkish Bath basement of Stoke Newington’s The Waiting Room.

The whole night was a delight, but we were particularly blown away by U, with his Cronenberg/Wild Palms TV set up, and his all-encompassing electronic music, one moment of intolerable flaying by blunt giant cylindrical fingers, followed by another spent boogieing levitationally across ill-defined ketaminic strata.

It was like plugging into some sort of panopticon style Russian novel if you replace the varied circumstances of the populace before the Bolshevik revolution, with the varied circumstances of humanity in a cyberpunk, data-overloaded, neon-crypto-message pumping world that’s  already arrived, how come you didn’t notice?

You were distracted by the shiny lights and the bumping beats, that’s why.

Let us go to U’s first release, “Eah”, out in ManMakeMusic in 2012 shows the dancefloor face of the performance we witnessed in Friday: abstract soul techno smudged with a dash of 2-step shuffle.

You pass through it as if through a collection of scented, iridescent membranes, leaving something behind, maybe a digital copy of your brain took a wrong turn and ended trapped in U’s murky alcove? Hard to prove that, but don’t worry, if it did, U has enough tricks, twists and traps to keep that other U entertained until the heat death of the universe.

U – Eah

(Image via jpegheaven via Otaku Gangsta)

The method of Goth

Featuring : Single Lash


We posted about Nicolas Nadeau’s other project (with Xander Harris), Slow Pulse, in May last year.  This year we’ve got Nadeau’s Single Lash — his voice still seeped in all the pained fragile beauty of Goth, but relocated from the city to the fields, where guitars endlessly drench the landscape.

Drown is just such a slice of wilderness.  The guitars roam all around, like restless waveforms tracing the contours of the land.  Vast slow riffs that speak of cyclopean structures rising out of the grass flecked hills.

In the midst of this, Nadeau appears like a sage whispering atop just such a pagan hilltop.  His voice projected with supernatural power throughout the land.  Deep and resonant with the force of something, if not occult, than primal.  This is, after all, the method of Goth rather than the mere trappings.

Single Lash – Drown

This is taken from the self-titled album by Single Lash.  You an pre-order it from Mirror Universe Tapes on…tape (and download), right here.

How untenable we are

Featuring : Concubine


Sometimes cities look underwater, fluorescent like algae.

And aren’t nightclubs the closest humanoids have yet got to displaying themselves in an aquarium? Bodies squirming instinctively for reasons indiscernible to logic. Darting neon. Thrashing under sodium and tungsten, hunting and feeding.

If aliums ever descend on this wretched Earth and move undetected amongst us, the first places they should stop off to try and understand this species are the nightclubs and the art galleries. Only then will they understand precisely how little we make sense. How untenable we are. (So in need of destruction.)

But there is holiness in nonsense and repetition and if anyone truly understands the beauty of these demented tics and twitches of human nature it is Concubine, whose new video for Pivoting Planes we proudly premiere here alongside Apocalypse Disco – a track from the debut album of this “collaborative project, an improvisation­-fueled live act, a sacrifice to the insatiable bitstream.”

Concubine – Apocalypse Disco

Amazingly, you can download Concubine’s entire – actually-awesome -self-titled album FOR FREE from here.

Image is from New York in the 80s, photographed by Steven Siegel


Azul y Negro No tengo tiempo

One of 20JFG’s significant others has, as part of a project to learn Spanish, been listening to quite a lot of music from that country, with a particular focus on 1980s material.

In addition to generating intense waves of nostalgia in your humble scribe, this has helped resurface an avalanche of gems that, he thinks, might have somehow seeped into his subconscious when he was growing up, too small to have a taste, planting the seed of a penchant for sleazy synthesiser melodies, robotic drums, and super-heroic elf dance-floor swirling.

For how could a suggestible, flexible brain resist the allure of things like these?


We previously featured Mecano, the biggest Spanish pop band of the 1980s.

El Amante de Fuego, included in their 1983 album Dónde está el País de las Hadas, is a song about a woman who falls in love with/is possessed by the spirit of a fire victim. It is a weird banger bringing together Ana Torroja’s high-pitched operatic pixie vocals, a hypnotic synth melody and a metronomic beat grounded on some pretty cool binary bass action.

It also does that structurally paradoxical thing where the song keeps going up but ends up where it began. Someone call Douglas Hofstadter.

Mecano – El Amante De Fuego


Azul y Negro were the pioneers of Spanish techno pop. After their La Edad de los Colores debut, an informationally-dense example of new wave crossover with echoes of Joy Division, Kraftwerk and Roxy Music (and cotemporaneous with New Order, having come out in 1981), they released La Noche, and what a beast of a night La Noche is.

It is the perfect soundtrack for a perfect party, which happens to be the same thing as the soundtrack for the disco scenes in some hallucinated 1980s hit movie where everything is glamour, pastel, leather and flash, shot by Michael Mann after rediscovering his feminine side.

The Night, inside it, is a pure blueprint for everything that is brilliant about italo disco that I’m sure many of you have already heard it while having a sassy dance out, and thought it is some Italian Superradio gem. No, it’s Azul y Negro, from Cartagena via Madrid.

Wig out.

Azul y Negro – The Night

La Noche also features the anthemic Con Los Dedos de una Mano, which with added vocals/vocoder would become “No Tengo Tiempo (Con Los Dedos de Una Mano)”, the soundtrack for the Vuelta a España cycling competition in 1983.

Definitely dynamic.

Azul y Negro – No Tengo Tiempo (Con los Dedos de Una Mano) (Extended).


We conclude with Alaska, one of the coolest people in planet Earth.

Alaska was one of the stars of the Movida, the Spanish equivalent of New Wave/Punk which took place in the years after the advent of democracy (an intense time, as you might imagine).

[She was also a children’s TV presenter for a time, positively messing up the brains of a generation of Spanish children including your writer in la Bola de Cristal (a show that was eventually cancelled because of its subversive slogans against authority and capitalism).]

Her career comprises a never-ending stream of hits, including Kaka de Luxe, Alaska y Los Pegamoides, Alaska y Dinarama y Fangoria. Today we leave you with a song where she talks about wanting to be a box of washing powder in order to appear in TV, remixed to reach extreme apices of Hi NRG hysteria.

Alaska y Dinarama – Bote de Colón (Tecno Chochi Club Mix)

Alaska is still going strong. Find out more about her in the Fangoria website.

Swaggin’ on the flippity-flop


Before Shabazz, the closest Sub Pop ever seemed to get to hip-hop was Jermaine Clements’ and Brett McKenzie’s spoof-rap alter egos The Rhymnocerous and The Hiphopopotamus, that is if we’re not counting the gratuitous N-bombs of indiepop racists CocoRosie, or the self-aggrandizing  ego-swag of The Legend! 

Nevertheless, Shabazz’s Ishmael Butler is not only signed to the label, he’s one of the grunge landfill’s A&Rs now.

(Does this mean he gets to write the famous ‘Dear Loser’ rejection letters?)


Whether or not “swingin’ on the flippity-flop” will ever make it into hip-hop parlance remains to be seen, but Shabazz’s recent Lese Majesty is better than the entire combined Nirvana discography and is the best thing the label that forced The Postal Service onto a screaming world has released in forever.

Shabazz Palaces – Motion Sickness

We shouldn’t be so cynical though, Butler himself describes signing to Sub-Pop as “the first time in my recording career I was dealing with people that didn’t seem like they were from another side. It felt like we were all on the same side and moving in the same direction. They understand artists’ wants and needs and that’s something that’s rare in the industry.”


Ishmael started out his career as “Butterfly” in 1989 as part of the great communism and Black Panther-celebrating Digable Planets:

Digable Planets – Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

On news of his appointment to the grunge elite, Butler said he wanted to sign “Imaginative artists, daring artists, courageous artists, independent-thinking artists, artists that aren’t relying on trends or superficial things to get noticed, artists that are more musically inclined rather than image inclined, artists that are hard workers and . . . cool.”

And that he didn’t want anything to do with “Artists that are corny. Self-aggrandizing, self-mythologizing, self-reverential, cornballs. There’s plenty of room for them in the pop world.”

Fuck the self-reverential cornballs!

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