We here at this blogpooterzinepage are into weird disco’s, we don’t want normality, odd sounds and backwards hits are the shit for example the remix marriage made in heaven of Liars n’ CC, w00t!, now all we need is Brian Eno to produce The Knife or something and we can call it a day. In…
So, say, what about a post with three of our favourite people? Liars, Crystal Castles and Planningtorock’s? Are you buying? Don’t need to, we’re sharing! And always caring. Where our pals Crystal Castles infiltrate Liars’ cave on top of Mt. Heart Attack and throw a party for all the gremlins who live there. It’s difficult…
One of the 20jazzfunkgreats ‘uns has found himself trapped in a tacky mall in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by zombies of all sizes and persuasions (e.g. pushing trolleys, munching on mutilated limbs, falling around and doing all those things Zombies usually do), as well as a random assortment of psychopaths including a clown that…
Its Earth Jim, but not as we know it. ‘Fantastic Planet’ (to give it it’s English title) is one of those mental films that you might catch as a kid because its an animation but it goes straight over your young head. The full epic amazingness only hits you when your older, when you can…
At 20jfg ours is generally that we don’t get the holy grail of pop music at all. We would be rubbish music business employees, and we know it. We would rather hear a devistating noise than that chorus hook, and that’s where we find our downfall. Conversations with an artist would go ‘Well that’s very…
We are the baddest gang of bravos to ever roam the barrio, we watch over from our vantage positions like hawks, on the look out for the fuzz or chingones with enemy colours, nothing happens here without us knowing, and getting paid, nada. This ain’t no explotation thing, we are just taking care of our…
As part of its public service activities, 20JFG has decided to provide its readers with a psychedelic trip package that does not require the intake of mind-expanding drugs, well, some would argue broadband access to the Internet is a mind-expanding drug. Some would argue it’s like being raped spiritually (spills some beer on the pavement…
One moonlight night, your humble 20jazzfunkgreats monk was preparing to sleep in a field adjoining a cemetary. By the light of the moon he saw three wild panda bears placing on their heads skulls and some whithered bones, go through several mysterious movements, and then deck themselves out with grass and leaves. Presently the bears…
Self improvement had always been the motto of Edith Massey, and one day all her dreams came true. Sure she had her fun, earning dimes in every which way you can, living from trash can to sofa but just like all girls from Denver Edith dreamed of being a movie star! As Cinderella stories go…
Where the 20jazzfunkgreats one who loves spiralling tongues of acid fire and noise brimstone stops 4 a sec, looks into the mirror down the corridor & sees wistful eyes staring back oblique bouncing zig zag zig zag slide doubtful like tears down the smooth curves of an innocent face, not his unless he looked straight…
August is four months away, but a month is a year for 20JFG kats who are eagerly awaiting albums. Glass Candy’s is preceded by two 12″s, one being the just released ‘I Always Say Yes’, then ‘Etheric Device/Computer Love’. Glass Candy – The Chameleon (Acappella) The proper 12″ version of this is a menacing blood…
I haven’t got anything against London, lots of our best friends live in the big smoke. Every time we go there we get a bit more mad, panic attacks on the tube set in, and we fail to be on time for anything. We return to Brighton, pockets empty, with a smile on our faces…
Haters talk shit, here is the Demi-Gods-honest truth, dispelling the rumours about the 3 Superhero Horsemen of the Acid-Kraut Apokalypse: Juan-San In Monster Land III Juan–San is a computer game character, therefore he is entirely pixelated. He comes in 2D platform game mode or full on 3D polygonal zombie-smashing killa-megabyte-rate beat-em-up warrior mode, depending on…
One of your 20JFGsters has spent this Easter of delight banging on things. It must be the soul reverberations coming from his country, where, in the past days, lots of people have gone into the streets dressed like the Ku Klux Klan but with better quality fabrics, carrying massive candles and colossal statues of the…
So we have reached this fantabulous moment in the history of mankind when the position of the DJ is finally democratised: there’s tunes galore to do it, free to grab through your filesharing network of choice, or perhaps just the hype machine if you want to cut to the chase and play what people really…
Ah, welcome to the Post-punk bash, leave your pre-conceptions at the door buster, in this party you have moody avant garde motherfuckers rubbing shoulders with chain-smoking Geordie poets who spill ash all over the drinks of pale S&M fetishists whose satanic medallions have attracted the mischievous attention of those new wave teenies who just popped…
Our main man Steven was packing for a trip to the Lake District last week and he asked us if we wanted him to bring us a sheep skull. Apparently there are many of those over there, as a consequence of a Sheep apocalypse Aeons ago. Or at least that is what we thought. But…