We lowly creatures at 20JFG adore anything Emperor Machine-like, and they never fail to impress with remixes of artists dodgy or brilliant (does not matter either way): Markus Kienzl – Dundy Lion (Version Emperor Machine) ‘Dundy Lion’ comes from Klein Records (the proud lion image beats the faceless 12″ cover anyday), and features a Mars…
Remix albums tend not to be that great an idea in general, more a ‘lets squeeze out the last few drops of cash from the last album’ kind of thing. There were a few of them last year (goodie: Justice, Erol Alkan and Test-Icicles’ Sammy Danger tearing up Death From Above 1979 (who have fucking…
Deranged no wave demons Die Todliche Doris once recorded two albums that were the same length (each track the same duration over both LPs) and were meant to be listened to simultaneously to create a mystical 3rd LP. We don’t have those LPs and the track we are posting doesn’t come from either (yeah yeah,…
‘Music is like a dream. At the same time it is, on the contrary, like a more distinct form of conciousness than that of our normal waking hours’ (Yukio Mishima) Sometimes it is both, sometimes we are hit by sonic rays of loving grace coming from an unexplored universe, of a mysterious beauty which is…
Yep, poor them, subject to all those pernicious influences out there, dodgy Wicker Man remakes (someone bring us the head of Nicholas Cage), Star Wars DVDs where Greedo shoots first, shoulderbags with Jim Morrison’s face in them, bourgeoise new era caps, Ableton, Rockstar game characters way realer than MTV rock stars, those evil multinational entertainment…
Brighton is sunny, apocalyptically rainy and stormy all at the same time today, with a hairstyle destroying wind that shears through the streets like invisible bullet trains. I am inside packing boxes moving from xxjfg Towers to Genuine Heights, listening to Lego rave ballads: XXJFS2 gave the heads up on Thrust Lab, Baltimore based 8-bit…
I stole my sister’s boyfriend. It was all whirlwind, heat and flash. Within a week we killed my parents and hit the road We drove down South. And this is what happened. 28th AprilA concert of horns and then deferent silence, the metal worm shut up under the neutral gaze of a kakhi brick wall,…
Searing laserbeam death from robots constructed in junkyards PEEOW! SebastiAn, French king of glitched up rusted 1985 electro, has a brand new EP awaiting release from Arcade Mode. A taste, pour vous… SebastiAn – Walkman Title track ‘Ross Ross Ross’ is all well and good, but as with the previous 12″ ‘Smoking Kills?’, it’s the…
Quick post with some modern dance music, you know, like what kids dance in the discotheque, you know, not traditional, no jigs or (as beautiful Leonora Carrington sez) Catatonic Sardines or morris dancern, it’s all a bit ‘blog’ if you know what I mean but super nice as you’ll see/listen, trust us, we care for…
All the tunes in this pretty post are secretly interconnected like those channels under Venice where little red riding hood midgets chase Indiana Jones and rats dance inside skeleton eyeballs or the subconscious diagonals of a Thomas Pynchon novel. If you discover the nature and direction of the linkages, well, fucking hell, you just scared…
Whilst firing off flaming arrows at haters from high up in the turrets of xxjfg Towers I noticed a curious sound that kept repeating across the lands. It wasn’t the sound of hater-flesh being simultaneously sliced and sizzled by my be-quivered fire bolts of vengeance, for I know that sound all too well, and it…
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…
Do sit in that sofa and hand your tape to trusty Silas, he will slip it in the ornate stereo player hidden in that medieval armour, yes, in its helmet, how ingenious, and press the ‘play’ button at once, Stuardo, Stevonius and me will light our pipes and listen intently to the distillations of your…
Good evening argonauts, Tonight I’m gonna take you on a tour, the mediterranean clubs where all the adventurous kiddies go and try to leave their bodies by various means and methods, anything necessary, some things that you quite won’t be acustomed to, so I think we’ll fit each and every one of you with your…
Christ, we are fucking busy kids y’know, hence the shortness of this post – making up for it by having three tracks though, one being 18mins long so no bellyaching you damn fools, here you go: Arpanet – No Boundry Condition First up from the recent 12″, ‘Reference Frame’, comes a track by Arpanet, yet…
I guess The Blood Brothers can be a bit of an acquired taste (if you’re over 17): a pure ADHD rollercoaster of grindcore razorblade sharp plunges and piano led power ballad peaks, if mathrock is beardy rock and roll guys showing (off) their jazz influences, then they are lethal hardcore punk kids throwing up their…
Propulsive ghostdance german funk monsters we love it. CAN or a drum thrust towards the innerspace white hot flame without hesitation. NEU! or a relentless trip down a magical mystery psyche autobahn. Timeless stuff, songs to end your night with the bang of a metronomic supernova: as James Murphy once said, if these bands were…
‘Shining Violence’, the new Chromatics LP, the LP that may halt production of all other bands future LPs for fear of constantly being second best, has been delayed. Yeah, fuck, I know, it sucks but there is good reason. They are taking their time to perfect it, maybe getting some guest vocals in and they…
Many eons ago in the distant past of 2OO3 your humble narrator was slouched for endless days in a smelly flat in Whitechapel that housed me and two friends. It was nice enough, if you ignored the barrage of old McDonalds packets that prevented you from opening some of the doors cos they were piled…
The world is in great danger, evil clones march on from music-boxes everywhere, like most boring common denominator chrome wasps ready to sting the spirits of the youth and turn them into mindless cool-obsessed drones willing and happy to devour the latest glossy fad churned out by the entertainment factories, music becomes another fashion accessory…