Classic disco punk – check. Ableton set to 130bpm – check. Modern beats to put in – check. Distorted bass line – check. Oh hang on a minute, is this what we really want done to every single record? Are we so drugged up that we refuse to dance to anything else? Is the remote…
Fuck guitars. Everybody knows, its all about the drums. So primitive, yet so instant and, oh, so satisfying. Its drums that have the power to make you dance as if a demon is trapped inside your body, and looking to make a messy blood and guts style exit, not guitars. Pppsssh! A lot of theorists…
There are few things that your nefarious emotionally retarded 20jazzfunkgreats diablos like more than a bagel, one of them is songs with SILLY CHORUSES that get the kids in the dancefloor united like epileptic lemmings, young goats goaded into the terrordrome and each other as the strobes blink and the drinks spill, singing & jumping…
So, Okay, who remembers when they were in primary school, how at Christmas time the teacher would usually allow pupils to bring in some music of their choice to play at the annual holiday party? Yeah? Yeah! I remember kids in my class bringing in their tapes of stuff like Ant & Dec, 911, Scatman…
After last weekend, which was total carnage and included the Do on Friday (followed by a Jungle party where we danced to Shy FX & UK Apachi w00t), 20JFG on Saturday with Superstar Robin DJ and Mr. James Hines of Nascent & best t-shirts in the land fame rocking the house like only good people…
So we at 20 Jazz Funk Greats like extremes, we like to put things together that plainly and ever so blatantly do not go. If you have been to our DJ nite extravaganza (every 3rd saturday party kids! *big grin*), you will know that the general flow and ambience and good hard earned mixing skills…
Unearthing long forgotten gems is so fun because it makes you look well cool! You can be all like “yeah, I found this, check me out! I’m the only one who has it, yeah?“. No, of course I am being sarcastic, we don’t care for that nonsense, we leave that shit to the Nathan Barleys…
Some random musings on why going to most clubs is a bit shit when you’re a totally self-righteous nerd. So the indie kids are dancing, the question is, how do they do it? is it the Jitterbug or is it the beheaded chicken? Or the fashion accessory shake? I like it when they do the…
Italians Do It Better are gearing up to a release bonanza faster than a speeding spaceship. Lets look upon these releases in some sort of preview way of doing things… I am not entirely sure what the above image has to do with Professor Genius other than it looks buff and vaguly mathsy and disco-like….
Poor DAT Politics. At the last It Came From The Sea, I was unlucky enough to overhear a conversation between two wastemen at the bar about how “fucking New Rave this shit is“, as soon as a DAT Politics track started up. They are only trying to show the world how great luminous death metal…
According to Mr. Robert Heinlein’s theory of Multiperson Pantheistic Solipsism, which he presents in his slightly self-indulgent Number of the Beast novel, there are 6 to the power of 6 to the power of 6 universes extending across 6 dimensions, populated by the myriad fruits of human imagination, say, any sci fi world ever described…
The other day I saw these kids playing so fast they finished before they began, they totally sounded backwards. WHAM! You know how 20jazzfunkgreats posts a bigger share of 8+ minute long tracks than most other blogs out there, excluding mixes that would only demonstrate our non-existent DJing ‘skills’/artificial Ableton skills. But we like it…
Devils? Disco? We are so there! (hails overly expensive Brighton taxi) Disco Devil – Now Dance Re-edits are so 20– (insert whichever year it is when you happen to read this), and this particular one is shrouded in mystery as we can’t find any info on what its an edit of. Anyone know? Answers in…
Of their dash across Brightonia in a stolen skateboard; Stuart’s sojourn in a Police Station near Hove, when the constabulary mistook him for an American gangster; the drunk they all threw which began in the Fringe Bar and lasted well past Lilo Feast; the derelict Juan at the outskirts of It Came from the Sea…
It’s cold, and this has nothing to do with global warming, but we miss Test icicles. Yes your hardy xxjfg writer with a penchant for Suicidal Tendencies cannot make do with that oddly out of place scremo one from The Automatic and needs to boldly go in search of some other uk kinder of the…
Imagine you find yourself pitched against another dot in space, an actor defined by an utility function if you will, whatever, yep, in front of the two-dimensional grid of a matrix, with nxn cells each of which contains an outcome (in terms of pay-outs and losses, say money earned or lost for you non-numerical types),…
Today we visit our trusted friends DC Recordings, you know, the fear-disco label that pretty much ruled last year and will no doubt rule this year too. Will there be a Padded Cell LP, chances are good seeing as a new track from the 3rd single was heard a few weeks back on Beats In…
Excuse me man, 20 jazz funkgreats is not out there, it is in here, and if you don’t wanna believe this, pay some attention, you better get some muscle to back you up because when you fuck with us you’re fucking with the best, we’ve got the heavy artillery, it’s loaded and ready, I’m just…