Brighouse and Rastrick Brass Bands – Floral Dance JUAN: parp parp…STEVE: Ommmmmm om om ommm …..JUAN: I’ll tell you something, er, that um pah horn reminded me of something.STEVE: Ommmm …..JUAN: Did you, did you see that, er, TV coverage of the, er, the dj when he was lying in state? The-, the last dj,…
TRICK OR TREAT!!! Happy Halloween dear readers! Don’t fear we have lost it, we’re always losing it! But there’s lots left…enjoy, just read this small zine the way you’d watch a controlled demolition in delightful slow motion, small crumbs of sanity falling from our flanks like spiritual dandruff, until the great collapse happens, in two…
You NY hipsters, you know how Tussle can do these magnificent Liquid Liquid ESG Konk style jams, yeah, I love ‘em, they’re great. You can hear Tiny Sticks and Scraper throughout, which I guess makes them punk-funk, but in a good way, without that dreaded lowest common denominator standard disco-punk beat which makes us spit…
The resurfacing of Space Disco in the last couple of years didn’t really come as much of a suprise for this Italo obssessed 20Jazzkateer. We had electro and synthpop, then acid, (i’m ignoring Neu Rave) so its obvious that another form of dance music from yesteryear would be wheeled back in. Figurehead Lindstrom is thought…
20JFG work not network We would have loved to come to your fabulous house party but we lost the flight back after a sleepless nite running zig zagging criss crossing the wet streets of the Berlin-rotterdam-Amsterdam-Ghent Euro-day-neon-glo industrial terrordrome with Miss Violetta Beauregard while chased by a pack of nazi rave acid bee frothing pitbulls,…
Soul Jazz could be called something annoying like ‘tastemakers’ with ‘their fingers on the pulse’ but these shitty terms actually hold true. The ‘New York Noise’ compilations rule as its well difficult (and expensive) to find some of the artists on vinyl and Soul Jazz fill them with brilliance. Volume 3 has just dropped and…
Deerhunter – Spring Hall Convert When we first declared our unrequited love of Bradford Cox and the geek miscreants Deerhunter it was at that age of the Buck when they had to stop playing together as friends as their furry antlers emerged. It was the loss of innocence and the coming of the rut. Heatherwood…
In this post we demonstrate the importance of a rapid creativity-driven development approach to musical composition and performance through case studies of three successful ‘bands’, Grabba Grabba Tape, Cutting Pink with Knives and Das Wanderlust. We demonstrate how models for musical creation which disregard genre boundaries, make use of available technologies (instead of trying to…
One day we were thinking it would be amazing if we could, besides promoting the stuff we love and respect, also demote what we loathe and despise, you know, like fucking Moby. I think he’s a synthetic. Someone smack his face. Blood or milk? Let us know. 20jazzfunkgreats is a zine written by peace-abiding individuals…
A nation of zombies!? Nah, we aren’t that lucky (though some say its already happened), apparently this is going to happen instead. But alas that is in a katrillion years time so none of you fuckas will see it, we will of course as we are supreme eternal beings from a parallel dimension that dwell…
Bobby Beausoleil is a bad man. A cohort of the Manson Family he was ‘allegedly’ responsible for the fatal stabbing of Gary Hinman in 1969. The following track is from the soundtrack to Kenneth Angers “Lucifer Rising”: Bobby Beausoleil & the Freedom Orchestra – Movement The Fifth Beausoleil gets convicted of the murder, but is…
Fuck your fancy recording studios and your fifteen takes to get those vocals right, fuck your high production values and your proficiency, your virtuoso solos and arrangements processed twisted and contorted through an n-track recorder, fuck your snobbish attitude towards anything that’s loose and fresh and doesn’t conform to your pathetic standards of professionalism, fuck…
(This is slightly adapted- erm, actually mostly ripped off- from ‘the Preserving Machine’, a short story by Philip K. Dick, you can find it in his beautiful ‘Beyond Lies the Wub’ anthology). Dr Labyrinth was worried about the collapse of civilization. He thought of the art, the literature, the music, everything that would be lost….
(…sorry, worst title for a post ev-aaah) The Knife are touring they’re live show to the UK this weekend, which means that 20 Jazz Funk Greats and assorted companions will be staring wide eyed at the double video screens of Swedish robo-enhanced day-glo-goblin rave. But before the prancing silently shouting pygmy-skeletons serenade alongside the happy-hardcore…
Yeah you read right, fuck ‘Night of the Living Dead’* its shit, as zombie films go its tame and boring. ‘Zombi 2′ (or ‘Island Of The Flesh-Eaters’, ‘Zombie Flesh Eaters’, whatever they call it in your country) is by far the best undead opus that your living eyes will feast on, unless your in Norway…
which we learned throughout the dark weekend at the cost of a couple of layers of skin and 20 points of sanity…this is only the beginning Have now refin’d my Method, whereby I may cease to take heed to those Nu Rave fools who trouble mee. The recording dungeon is fit (id. est, v. dense,…
A couple of weeks ago when Brighton was sunny I went to Edgeworld on a record-shopping errand and Colin was there, he was like, hey dude how are you doing, I was, yeah, it’s all cool Colin, how are you doing yourself, he said, yeah, cool. I browsed through the new albums and there were…
From time to time props need to be given to our godfathers (the virgin sacrifices are a bit risky and some of these sacrificial “virgins” have been lying to us too). Chris & Cosey, or Dad, are Lords of the New Wave, so join us in respect and let us pray… Chris & Cosey –…
Hoot like an owl and rowche like a rumbleDo something magical and disappearScratch the above and write new rulesThese rules autodestructed 5 minutes agoAnd don’t forget to lick the mustard from the hand We love these bands: Just when you thought defeat was imminent, Yeborobo fly from their laundry bags with magical signs painted in…
A moth is sitting there staring at me malignantly as I type this, this is what I am doing on a sunny saturday morning. The moth hasn’t moved for two hours, mind, I haven’t spent two hours typing that sentence, I’m not that good, I guess since there’s light everywhere this moth doesn’t know where…