So we said we’d see you in the new year, A-HA we were lying, nah, we found ourselves in this Arthur Gordon Pym style situation, chased by feral cats and having to hide in the pooter room. Since we are going to have to stay here till some unsuspecting visitor comes in the house, true…
Here’s the moment everyone was waiting for, right, 20jazzfunkgreats bunch of 2006 lists and stuff, records we dug, things we have felt, reminiscences, cries, silly dances and the like. Befitting our non-competitive approach to music and life, generally, we’re not ordering the lists, how the fuck do you compare these records? would you feel comfy…
In a parallel universe where maniacal barbarian mothers out Christmas shopping (or, slaying street walkers with their flaming brimstone prams) do not exist, 20JFG kids swan about like dandy divas across vast hallways. These hallways freeze into glistening ice rinks in the winter months and we can be seen amongst the ghouls, banshees and spectres,…
Ok so this post is a big high five to James Nascent aka King of Dude who, from a few years back has been animating Brighton’s cultural life with all sorts of exciting endeavours: Nascent Nights club (together with Genuine Guy and Ben Caton, word), Nascent gigs (The Locust, Coughs, Magik Markers, Yeborobo, Shimmy Rivers…
Say you thought of having this New Year’s eve party but now you are doubtful about what to play. Say you told your friends it was going to be a dance party, and by dance you didn’t mean whatever, as in do people do their ironing to Les Georges Leningrad, we hope they do, but…
A regular annoyance of the late half of 2OO6 has been the dreaded ‘New Rave’. It actually started as a nice idea by Joe Daniel to discibe The Klaxons, but then rapidly nose-dived into journo-Hell with certain magazines hailing everyone from The Knife to New Young Pony Club to Shit Disco to Metronomy as New…
We were thinking like, yeah, this wi fi thing is fucked up yeah (not wii, wii rules blud), wi fi is like, man, all those vibrations going, brap brap like gunshots in Compton, I wonder, can’t you see it, I mean, you can’t see it but you dig what I say, electromagnetic vibes criss crossing…
Somewhere in a dark forest in Germany there is a shaft like that one in Lost that goes down for miles ‘n’ miles and under the ground near the warmth of the Earth’s core is a network of tunnels housing Fraggle Rock-like trolls, Orcs and Shapelings that make music like Gorilla Aktiv. Gorilla Aktiv –…
So general augusto pinochet died, ah, kids, what a…party. As Lord Nuneaton would say, he doesn’t deserve the fucking capitals. I mean, he didn’t. Oops. Cristian Vogel- General Arrepientase The title of this track by Barcelona-based UK-raised son of chilean exiles Cristian Vogel means ‘Repent, General’. I suspect the bastard didn’t, and hope he’ll burn….
‘You can increase your Appearance using cosmetic surgery- A +1 in the Appearance attribute will cost you 500 Euro$’ ‘How much does it cost to decrease my Appearance?’ ‘You can buy a razorblade for 20 cents’ (Vaguely remembered quote from the Cyberpunk RPG manual) Botox has changed 20Jazzfunkgreats’ yeah-call-it-lives- ever since we discovered it we…
So hush little robot. Einsturzende Neubauten- -Feder Vice Liars say people with the Neubauten t-shirts always stand at the front in their gigs. I reckon they also know how to lose it at Kompakt raves, just check out this esoteric drumtraxxx, Steve Reich v Vitalic anyone?. Liars- Don’t Techno for an Answer We know Liars…
uh, yeah, welcome to the freak out halls dude, where the spirit of the inspirational coyote roams frolicsome, forever free to mess with the heads of the heads and make their mouths speak tongues. Sit in that psychedelic improv rug where Dan Van Vliet’s mongrel pooch used to chill. Gotta give it to you dude,…
Back in the days, strange conceptions drove your small 20jazzfunkgreats guy astray. Confused by a rather twisted vision of a past that perhaps existed for 10 minutes in the retrofuturistic den of an italian dilettante, he naively thought he’d start wearing white sta-prest trousers and cream turtlenecks, move with suave confidence down the imaginary decks…
Go to that lovely christmas work do, watch your respectable colleagues become bubonic bats spreading sickly black wings, black blue bloated veins holding on to a drink, sneaking surreptitiously around the body of a wide-eyed victim, angry drooling mouths supurating toxic saliva and baring yellow teeth, close your eyes. We hope you weren’t looking into…