Wednesday, August 8, 2007  3:22 pm 

Getting napper

It’s summer times peoples and the 20jazzfunkgreats massiv’s gone down to the hairdressers to get some speed lines shaved on the sides of their heads, hairdo dynamics for superrapid comebacks and party music that brings the house down, rinsing!

So we didn’t get to post any M.I.A. last time around because every blogger, and a few dogs, had already done it, not that we didn’t spread the Galang love around before anyone inc. Flux had listened to it, ask the ICFTS kids about it (and get down on Friday after Tell Sofia!), it’s just that we specialise on bringing you stuff you might have not listened before, and to be honest, if you haven’t listened to M.I.A. then I don’t know how the fuck you’re reading this, is there a special broadband programme to hook up hermit caves in the mountains with thee interweb access? Doesn’t it kind of defeat the purpose? Say hi to Wilbur Whateley from us.

Whatevs, many things have come to pass since then, and even though the spirit is still one of obscurity and weirdness, I have been totally unable to help myself and say a few words about the best pop album of the year, enter Kala.

M.I.A.-Mango Pickle Down River (feat. Wilcannia Mob)

The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biri-bye-bye. Underage MCs and didgeridoo bassline, wha. Which is the kind of thing you’d expect to hear blasting from the speakers of a convertible with cholo flames on the sides sliding slowly down the jammed and chaotic roads of an architecturally insane Southeast Asian city, as described in a William Gibson novel if only he wrote funkier. It makes you prance with the bad-ass energy of kids battling it out in a corner, all over the place in the best possible of ways, what you call it, who cares, show me your moves.

Our fellow conspirator & fave acid situationist monster maker Cassette Playa, who has collaborated with M.I.A. in a few adventures has also opened her online store, one 20JFG was involved in its development, go there and say hi, perhaps buy some colorz.

The musical environment of the town where I grew up in the early 90s was ruled by slick Euro-dance and dream house (did you ever hear the Wonderwall bootleg? did I ever show you my scars?) and spanish crusty punk. Thank god my brother decided to order this here double ‘Jungle Fever’ cassette tape, after that, and as Genius/GZA once said, everything changed.

Ragga Twins- Illegal Gunshot

Drum and Bass is well boring, ‘Intelligent stuff’ makes me want to blow chunks, No U-Turn darkcore is evil Dubstep played at 45 before dubstep existed FTW, and Photek rules with Ni Ten Ichi Ryu Ninja fist, 2 step is fun wait till we post the Montell Jordan Remix, but for me Jungle is where is at, or the UK flexing its urban muscle and stepping outside of the powerful shadow of the US with street skills and jacking energy, what with Ragga Twins’ smashing rude-boy skank you can check above, brap brap, who’d have said this was gonna lead to Lamb? EUCH.

Anyway, the ever-so-winningnest dudes at Soul Jazz have released ‘Rumble in the Jungle’ which you can think of as a demonstration of the linkages between Jamaican Dancehall and this early Jungle I so love, or as a collection of summer bangers, or of course, both. You can have your cake and eat it too, just don’t fucking queue around it, we know you’re so UK.

And let us finish with thee heavy, industrial dubstep bad boy T&B associate Starkey has released the NC17 double 12 EP, reverberating beat masacre and a bunch of sweet remixes all of which are a total bass headfuck, particularly so the one perpetrated by our fave NYC party gambino Drop the Lime, you can feel terror/danger/nest of cannibal electric eels pumped on steroids lying under the jet-black waters of this evil dubstep number, only to be unleashed in their true glory/fury when PLAYED LOUD in a soundsystem with sufficient balls, as it is this tune has totally bit our faces off, or haven’t you seen a Great White Shark jumping in the air with the mangled body of a wee Baby Seal dangling from its cruel unforgiving jaws? We thought the feebleness of our speakers would protect us from this tune, but we were wrong, don’t cry for us, we’re already dead.

Starkey- Let you Go (Drop the Lime Remix)

And is that Arnie cracking one of his Commando jokes? Oh, gosh.

So yeah this is where’s gonna be at on Friday:

TELL SOFIA

It Came From The Sea

SATURDAY

Look for us raving on the front row of LIARS at FIELD DAY YARR

labels >> banger, grime