Monday, October 1, 2007  3:47 pm 

Crikey!

20jazzfunkgreats merry ramblers have lost their way in the darken woods of physical cold and domestic upheaval, this has led to un undue neglect of their paved stone pooterspace (including e-mail and murdokkspace, soz were total suxxor), watch the animals that burrow and crawl and glide preparing their merciless attack in retaliation for this unforgivable affront to the laws of nature, we update 4 times a week standard, at least, as Socrates told his students, when we don’t chickens climb on top of our laps and peck our eyes out. Like now.

Ouch.

Give us this week to get on with it, we’ll give you a jewel in exchange.

Love & crickets.

Banks of fearsome Barrabarracudas with foul mouths full of fangs that bristle with danger roam the Atlantic, they have been known to topple boats full of rowdy fishermen and climb on board of yachts to devour fat rich wenches & marks, the only remains that have been found in the occasion of such attacks are silicone breast implants and battery-powered hearing aids. Not even the mighty calamari mounstruoso spawn of Cthulhu dares getting in thew way of a berserk Barrabarracuda, and neither should you daring scuba diver, unless you want to make widows of your partners and orphans of your spawn.

It is always with eager anticipation that we open the parcels sent from the HQ of true DIY Noise Soul agitated brotherhood Deathbomb Arc, each of the artifacts they concoct is a love totem embodying everything that makes the underground mean so much to us, and everything that keeps the weird kids with a funny glint in their eyes twitchy & excited. We were them, we are still them, they are us, we delve together in the crazy swirling spirit of real deal independence, such as that contained in the Trash Sabbatical LP+2×7′ package we picked one unaspicious morning from the deceivingly tranquil Hovvian Post Office.

Trash Sabbatical delivers, through Kevin Shields and Men Who Can’t Love enough feral noise to make a hole in the sky, and the ventricles of a few Whitehouse-fearing souls, Thurston Moore’s guitarwerks enthrall like ghostly fireflies drawing secret messages in the midst of the misty forests where Daydream Nation’s skeleton was put to rest, and the aforementioned Barrabarracuda stomp crash and bash with the no-nonsense instant politic energy of a riot girl riding a custom mech covered in dork-obliterating power tools, all hail discordance as no wave guitars shoot up a mess of warbling black lasers which crawl like a spider & bite like a Piranha, there be monsters in this particular region of time and space, not to worry, they are our friends.

Barrabarracuda- Stone Cold Steve Austin at the Cold Stone Creamery

The animal kingdom has been known to attack people in a variety of circumstances and environments, the only coherent pattern detected by investigators of these events, and corroborated by both scientists and statisticians, is that the victims of such incidents were usually messing around in someone else’s turf, be it the heights where the condor dwells, the depths inhabited by the cyclopean Architeuthis dux or the calm pond by which the graceful yet jaw-busting Swan rears its lil’ ones, when this someone else is armed with poisonous stings & sharp claws & mighty beaks & gnarly teeth & hyper-musculated tentacles, getting in there all noisy and smelly is a recipe for diaster you intruding human, remember this kid, reality bites, and so does nature. So watch out and leave those fierce animals alone, particularly red-eyed feral otters capable of inflicting grievous wounds with their curved talons.

A++- We Like It When Animals Fuck People Up

Brian from DBA nudged us in the direction of two-girl trumpet toting drum bashing feral party critter cheerleading awesome Scarlett & Grace (also on Barrabarracuda double whammy woo!) aka A++, who incite to kitten fury moshing like a wolf-child version of the Shaggs, or Finally Punk with a chicken bone pierced naugthy nose, they burrow on the mossy & damp cave labyrinth under Not Not Fun’s derelict manor, if you want to find them you need but follow the trail of chewed upon ribcages, now the question you have to answer is whether you’re willing to pay the price for it, i.e., a couple pints of blood.

Totally worth it if you ask us.

Post-indie (just made the label up soz) mammals Meneguar inhabit the USA, but they have come over the UK to check out our nice forests, frolic with the foxes and check out what’s going on, they are playing in Brighton on Wednesday and you should come to see them, they make the sort of melodic propulsive anthemic indie which in principle would seem to be just a notch too nice for your decadent 20JFG fiends, say like Les Savy Fav if you replaced the partied up antics with, say, the enthusiasm of recent exultant Danielson or the Constantines heartfelt intelligence.

Meneguar-Death on Display

Which actually sounds like something for us to love, plus we have the right & relief to be (able to be) nice from time to time, and the no-posturing contagious energy of these kids got us sold, we’ll be there. Also, on Thursday to see Parts and Labor at the Engine Room, you know how they blew us away most totally when we put them at the Do (R.I.P.), we look forward to take part in their the fight for your right to hardcore right on party once more.

The lovely track above is taken from Meneguar’s Strangers in Our House, released by Troubleman Unlimited, another US label which has kept the flames of righteous incandescent independence burning for a long time. As you know, TMU is ran by our brother in the struggle Mike Simonetti, also responsible for our most beloved Italians Do it Better imprint. He will be DJing in London on Friday at the wonderfully returned Our Disco, anyone who’s listened to his aces IGETRVNG Crazy Rhythms mix with Dan Selzer knows what to expect i.e. the unexpected as long as it’s total class, with a focus on NYC 1975-1985, bonza.

Hub, 2 Goulston Street, off Wentworth Street, London E1 7TP
10.30pm - 4am
£7 // £5 before 11.30pm / NUS

So yeah, get busy, be there.

We’re gonna be there.

We will be staying overnight to play some records at Louis Enchante’s party at the Old Blue Last on Saturday, 20JFG go italo disco && scorching electrified Detroit robo-funk v warm pumping Chicago House, that’s where we’ll be at, come over and say Hi!

If in Notingham, go to check out Mike’s skills at Liars Club and say hi to Ricky from us.

To end, Creeping Nobodies still have a couple of dates uncovered for their UK tour, it’s the 2nd, the 5th and the 6th, if you have anything going on and want to top up with some Canadian post-punk awesomeness, drop us or them a line please.

labels >> a++, animals, meneguar, violence