Friday, November 25, 2005  1:52 pm 

20jfg has a cosmogony going, and it’s the shizzle

It’s not always underground comic books and music journalism that we read at the 20JFG towers, nah, sometimes we have fun with Edgar Allan Poe, but mind, not the ‘pop’ (or maybe better, goth) stuff, which is real cool, of course, no, we read Edgar Allan Poe’s Essays on Physics, namely, Eureka, included in a very nice collection of his proto-Science Fiction work.

Here Mr.Poe reveals himself as a rather cogent, albeit slightly arrogant heir to Newton as explainer of, not just the essence, origin and development of the Universe of the Stars, but also of the ‘rest’ (i.e., the spiritual stuff). He gets most of the science wrong, but still it’s fun to read if you are into that sort of stuff.

According to him, at the beginning, God (pictured) kicked the atoms from a unit in the centre of the universe (a virtual sphere) and they spread in all directions, where they started attracting each other through his first law, that of gravity, nothing but a tendency towards that initial unity from hence all came at the beginning.

The result of this cosmic dance was the apparition of stars, galactic systems, nebulae, planets, asteroids and the rest of it including you dear reader. I would imagine that while god was doing all this heavy stuff he would have been listening to something like the track we are posting today by the mighty Burning Star Core, a suitably epic and aural assault of strings, random noises and majestic rythms that pounds along like the Sun Ra Arkestra if they had been into role-playing games.

In case you needed convincing, yep, space is the moherfucking place, if you don’t believe me listen to this real loud on yr headphones.

Burning Star Core- Come Back Through Me

(low kbps sorry, it’s fucking massive)

This track closes (what could come after?) their beautiful ‘the Very Heart of the World’ (makes sense) album, recently released by Thin Wrist.

I am still halfway through Eureka so it’s not clear how the universe ends (I am also wondering about whether Edgar will explain how East 17 and those weird bugs in the Attemborough thing in telly the other nite nite came into being, we’ll see), but if you asked me, I’d say that the universe is going to end this weekend when the 24-hour drinking thing starts: millions of souls will scream loud (pictured) enough to pull the Earth out of its axis in the beginning of a cosmic snooker that will be the end of it all.

God is gonna have a laugh, probably while listening to something non-sensical and stoopid-ly funky like this track by japanese band Limited Express (Has gone?), included in their split 7 with Experimental Dental School, it’s all going to be super-fun people, i’ll see you all in the final state of terminal unity.

Yay!

Limited Express (Has gone?)- Stop and Go

As a bonus track we are posting today an alternative armaggedon for all of you who have long hair, this is, a track from the riff-tastic ‘Ruder forms Survive’ by The Capricorns, which according to those vice people is the metal album of the year. I don’t know about the competition, don’t ask me, the only thing I can say is that when I listen to these guitars spewing flames and the bass sulphuric acid I feel like invading Shoreham, it’s like some sort of militaristic barbarian version of the Fucking Champs, we like, this puts the fear of Satan in us.

The Capricorns- 1969 A Predator Among Us

Incidentally, these guys are playing in our own Brighton’s Engine Rooms on saturday, worth going man, choose yr apocalypse.

I can imagine that when we reach the final state of terminal unity, ruder forms who have ’survived’ like Capricorns will be moshing around the big globule of matter and energy the rest of us have become, pulling devil fingers, laughing malefically, drinking beer and doing high fives with God. Oh yes.

If you’re not going to the Engine Rooms for some headbanging, I’d suggest the Freebutt, where the Phil Collins 3, Ack Ack Ack, the Projections and the Moulsecoombe Sword Gang will be doing a Stars in their Eyes charity special, and will dress up, respectively, as Phil Collins, Beastie Boys, TBC (not TLC, you wish) and Pulp. As Jon said, Dear Mother of Christ. Indeedy.

After we’ll probably go to Detournement to drunkenly enjoy the last hours before the eschaton…

What a metaphysical post this one! I guess it’s xmas’ devious spirit crawling inside our souls.

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