So perhaps it is true that our core obsessions are of a darken nature, and concern creatures that crawl and burrow and slide through the skin slip into the bloodstream climb towards the heart which upon their surreptitious entrance swells surrenders infected or explodes in fierce conflagration, sometimes both, but then that’s a description of…
Oh my days, what is happening with this grime ting, its all over the fucking place? It all went a bit tuffthug-slowjam while all the MC’s tried to kick it as hip hop artists but that didn’t really work out, so be thankful that the the peeps from the Boy Better Know and Roll Deep…
We are, like happy otters, almost halfway through feasting on the entrails of this compelling summer of 2007, proof of the incoming apocalypse/reinstatement of the Older Gods over mankind’s thrones and parliaments. Anyway, this Do we are involved with has had a few London clubs coming down to visit and celebrate a sweet alignment of…
Do you remember the Istambul Rock Terror Disco Dub Club? Yeah, it’s this place where all your momma’s nightmares become wishes fulfilled. There are many ways to get here, secret passages blink luscious in the darkness of the night if you look in the right place, a puddle of dirty water outside the place that…
-Who do you think you are you young whipersnappin’ punks, how dare you tread on my holy musical lawn, slide your greasy fingers over the virgin wax of my fave rock und rawl hymns? -Shaddup ye olde fool, or didn’t thee olden ones cover even oldener ones wid the fiery energy ov there sweaty bodiez?…
OK now, ranting and raving is fine as we are a blog and that’s our perogative and 20 Jazz Funk Greats spreads the love unlimited thick and generous for those that are deserving of such stuffs. We have obsessions with certain artists and purveyors of grand music and repetition is the key to success. We…
TV on the Radio- Dumb Animal We fled from our planet after realising that as long as the Gods kept freaking out about each other’s fandoms’ lifestyle choices/ diet/ interior decor tastes we were going to need to walk around making constant small jumps to avoid stepping into vast pools of blood, or maybe sew…
20JFG drops to they’re knees to praise European aristocrats of neo-cosmic discotheque echoes, Prince Lindstrom and Count Prins Thomas, for these bastions of bleeping shimmer-kraut have bestowed upon the world 3 separate spacial adventures in recent weeks. The combined forces of these two have been witnessed in the recent Essential Mix that works as a…
Another thrilling report from the synth-enhanced underground: Kosmische fireworks powered indie psyche pop to explore the purple depths of the soul magellan, the Lips and Ribs mix of Portland’s Blitzen Trapper ‘Sci Fi Kids’ (us) propels the tune into Wild Mountain Nation’s ecstatic magic mesa where wild beasts roam, Oneida, Dan Deacon, the krautgaze massif,…
So we hadn’t told you anything about how we played a couple of records at SO LOUD! before Drop the Lime put the 15K Soundsystem to good use viz. blow away the smuggling den/ underground bomb shelter from the inside with the sound of fury like the bass gambino extraordinaire he is = Alien parasites…
Words: David McNamee Behind the myriad pop hooks of Marnie Stern’s critically-adored debut album, there’s a constantly shifting pattern of shimmering guitar glissando. She is finger-tapping, the accursed technique of Eighties big hair guitarists. It’s a hallucinogenic texture that hooks the listener’s ears on the snagging rain of notes and takes advantage of the hypnotic…
You must surely know of the US Psychotonic Association’s claims about Soviet psychic experiments being the cause of Legionnaire’s disease, cattle mutilations, UFO abductions, and the sinking of the US submarine Thresher, and perhaps have overheard frantic discussions regarding that pesky scalar howitzer situation that has messed up the weather (‘North America has not had…
Today is a day for remixes – nice ones, not pointless shit – done by some of our favourite disco dwelling souls, dark of heart and noble of spirit: A few moons back we posted the In Flagranti remix of Black Devil Disco Club, with its wide screen cinematic visions of horrorshow bass heavy bleep…
Tedious corporate droning about the death of culture brought forward by the arrival of a new information distribution model based on diffusion/hybridisation instead of consumption and control is challenged by a thriving network of true DIY labels and artists who perhaps won’t build many mansions in the hills of Malibu or fuel international cocaine trade…
So I don’t have that much of a clue about funk or jazz, soz kids, you know how the name of this blog is taken from a lovely album by sex magick gender noise terrorist unit Throbbing Gristle and whatnot, which is both jazz, funk and everything else that is or has been deemed to…
Crossover are truly, madly, deeply within a world of their own. But all the better for it as, judging by the way the real world is going, imaginary realms are totally where its at. They sat awkwardly within the pneumatic techno and acid-house landscapes of International Deejay Gigolos with neon pentagrams etched across their alien…
This particular species of feral psychedelic rock requires air like fire, big expanses of blue space against which it ‘hurls itself with sickening force’, no resistance encountered so it keeps lurching forward into a sonic vanishing point it never quite reaches, there’s no end to the music but an arbitrary break which is why it…
(here you have our associate certified badman Genuine Guy dropping some bass violence, check him out in London on Wednesday for some American Apparel Party, Brighton Friday for Real Gold Crew Do and more stuff in the future yo) I often wonder if the geeks who invented the first proper drum machines in the early…