In the spire of a gothic church in a dimension beyond the worm hole a young Nick Cave contorts, knots of black oily muscles react to the synaptic firework expanding and retracting beyond what’s natural, blood shot eyes shoot satanic if only not, agnostic death-rays. ZAP ZAP ZAP no interventionist god, or devil in this…
Noise Boys – miniminiminijupe Stephan Eicher is one of the people from Grauzone so we got to love him really. His first recorded music project we know of is Noise Boys. I was going to write all the things about fun lo-fi French punk that sounds like a 4-track and Suicide and stuff but then…
Fuck prog-disco let’s prog! Zombi would rock my world with the strength of Skeletor after a sack of green-beret grade amphetamines even if they were shit, I mean, how cool does it get, a duo playing imaginary soundtracks to Dario Argento, George A. Romero and John Carpenter movies, Corey the Huss introduced me to them,…
That’s where we at, I know in the past we have said we were doing ‘Noisy fucked up music you’re not supposed to dance to but you can’t help it momma, momma, what’s happening’, ‘all that’s left of what the hipsters try to hijack’ (left as in left-hand) and ‘the music they play at Fraggle…
Channels 3 and 4 – The Queen demo One good reason to leave the house is obviously to go see some of the amazing bands on Summer Lovers Unlimited . I think we blogged almost all their artists before we new about the label, so they must have good taste. The Queen is here and…
Oh god, the return from London last weekend was hellish, we had been warned about tribes of cannibals armed with crossbows roaming the roads in their customised dragsters, Stuart laughed confidently and raised slightly his Slayer t-shirt to show our concerned interlocutor a gold-plated colt python hanging from his waist. loaded with silver aconite flavoured…
Well, London was shoddy chaos on our behalf. Thanks to Den and Glyn (aren’t they lovely??) for putting up with us and Twitch, Tim and Tim for the great music, but mostly thanks to everyone who came to witness, to those who danced to Lightning Bolt and Kraftwerk and to the guy raving with his…
One of the lucky few bands that escaped the nuclear fallout of Electroclash, A.R.E. Weapons have a new EP out! We love the Weapons cos they come on like a group of Escape From New York prisoners that live underground fronted by none other than 1FG (judging by the picture), or maybe a biker gang…
I am such a fan of the Silver Apples I have made a colourable poster of them for the next Do zine. Just listen to any of their tunes and feel the power of a drum, or a brotherhood of drums being played by a single body with a beat and a drone that will…
We live in Brighton and like to go to the Pier for the lunatic ambience of lost love, everywhere old people die in the summer sun marooning in multicoloured deckchairs and those fooled with a passion take their try at the karaoke, so we go to watch the freaks…. Jamie T- Salvador Whether its charm…
Everybody seems to be bored/sad/not very enthusiastic about stuff these days, is it seasonal people? spiritual? global? local? physical? I don’t know folks. What’s clear is your small 20JFG won’t get any sexual healing heh heh. GALS? Not unless they’re on tape. Anyhow, we wanted to help those of our readers feeling a bit whatever…
I’ve done my share of fear posts and you people don’t seem to give a shit. But I don’t care, cos as HPL (second quote on a week and I’m not even a member of his church) said, more or less, in his introduction to ‘Supernatural Horror in Literature’, fear is the oldest and strongest…
Here at 20 Jazz Funk Greats its not all drones from dark dimensions and John Carpenter worship, no, sometimes we like to show our poppier side! (*flashes poppier side*) Not too poppy though, we need some sort of black goo flicked across it to make it more vicious and apocalyptic, and today that black goo…
Sometimes we like it small like faint memories of that bite a mouse took from the pale cheeseball in grandma’s country house when we were little. Sometimes we like it small like young atoms floating in a space that wasn’t space, but nothingness, a second ago, yet how can you measure that second if time…
He’s started a blog!! But now…putting the jazz and the funk back into the jazz funk. Archie Shepp- Money Blues pt. 1 No apologies for highlighting this particular track from Soul Jazz’s awesome ‘New Thing!’ compilation despite making it one of the reissues of last year. This Mother needs some extra special attention. Also no…
Meanwhile, in Brighton, the kids were shaking their tails in a dirty basement. The amp shook and rattled, alcohol soaked mother giving birth to a yelping baby, a baby born on the floor, contrary to what you might have heard this baby didn’t cry the same, its blood was black groove and its little muscles…
Wooooo . . . breaking you’re foot isn’t so bad you know? Laying in bed all day, robot slaves cooking up the meals, fetching the records delivered by the postman . . . yeah, its ok. Especially when you have these fun little painkilling pills too . . . making the world seem like its…
I know the TV on the Radio album leaked over the weekend so it must have been blogged to death by a thousand beautiful geeks out there, but it doesn’t matter to me, I’m covering my eyes with my feet and shouting ‘nanananananana’ as I type (hence the braindaamgd spelng) because I’ve got an ‘angle’,…