Let me quote Winston Niles Rumfoord: ‘There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the mafia’.

Well, do you remember how I got lost in Montreal, fell asleep by a stone big as a bull and some hours later awoke to find Les Georges Leningrad staring at me with fierce panda eyes?

Take this Winston, their organizational chart looks like synaptic fireworks blowing up the pineal-gland-enhanced brain of dat albino caveman who duelled the proverbial badass T-Rex by El Paso’s dusty main road, natch, this of course implies some sort of folding in the space time continuum but we all know that Ray Harrihausen plus Sergio Leone beats paleontology any time, bark.

Les Georges Leningrad are no angels yet they stand for ultimate goodness in 20jazzfunkgreats’ donut shaped dayglo frosty crunchy planet. And they win everytime, the squads of boredom melt like nazis at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark when these three b&w cannibal wrestlers take over the stage, or release a record, it’s no wave to make Gargantua and Pantagruel dance a jig. We puny earthlings are mere molecules shaking in the primeval soup of Les Georges’ hysteria.

Les Georges Leningrad- Skulls in the Closet

If ‘Deux hot dogs’ was Les Georges’ no wave album and Sur Les Traces was the dancey one, well, I guess ‘Sangue Puro’ is rock and roll played by strange followers of the esoteric mohawk ne wave bluespunk tradition, yeh, it’s got more hits than you can shake your bloodshot feathers to, and a naughty place in 20JFG’s 2006 top 5 from yesterday

And just in case this primeval explosion of mammal fury wasn’t enough for you dear readers, and in that case let me kneel in front of your hardcoreness-es and kiss those lovely punk-rock toes, let us refer you now to the lovely Germlin, who arrives from Aadadat’s Neon labyrinth with a barrage of pixploitation squirrel dancehall prog gospel to make your teeth smile, your fingers pop & your pantaloons flop.

Germlin- Death Pixxel

Or isn’t this just insanely ace? Get some more from his awesomer Youth Pixxel album.

Talking about the genre sometimes referred to as breakcore, Ceephax Acid Crew, Scotch Egg and many other evil geniuses from the digital noise underground will be playing this thursday at the Volks, in the Wrong Music 4th Birthday Free Party bash RAAAAAA, friday 18th it’s ourselves rocking the Penthouse for our monthly instalment of 20Jazzfunkgreats cute-ness, Stuart returns from the dread & Dave Liteyear guests, and after, Yeborobo do their new wave acid psykic ting at our own inimitable doclub.

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