The people from the hills inhabit the range of blue crags lying at the north, no-one knows very well what they get up to in such inhospitable places of surfaces polished into mirrors by shards of merciless ice which reflect fierce the portentous glare of the sun blinding those foolish enough to stare into them…
This place is about surprises, aliens stranded in the white beach of the Hawaiian islands decide to throw a party under the umbrella of a neon reticule powered by the last functioning lasers protruding from the silvery hull of their crashed spaceship, it might sound a tad strange to some of you tinfoil hat wearing…
We live in a constant tension between the space above, away from gravity, which is the first force of reality we have to contend with when we are dragged out of the womb, and the Earth below, full of shit and pain but also warm and alive, let us take the latter route today, tread…
You know how one of the 20Jazzfunkgreats guys is engaged in scholarly investigations, lucky him gets to spend time reading academic papers and pondering about where culture is going, and the role that technology plays in it. In a way, you could say that his involvement with this little zine constitutes an example of participant…
(Where we continue the space trip, with an spiritual twist) If your astral body were to elevate into the sky and further, past cotton clouds, outside into the last confines of the atmosphere, and float there like Christ in that Dali painting, surrounded by metal teardrops and satellites of love with the blackness of space…
Ah, Lindstrom, our main cosmic disco-man, we have spent a fair few cold nites in listening to your hypnotic kosmiche beat constructions, got lost in the myriad tunnels of the mind with the shimmer of your ethereal holographic emerald synths as a companion, floated further and further down the cracks in the Earth created by…
You know when Robin arrives to 20JFG because the air glimmers with an otherwordly green hue like Solaris if it had an emerald sun. Robin rules. Say thanks to him at the bottom of the page. Orion Rigel Dommisse looks like a nice girl. The kind of girl who might feel a wave of guilt…
When Phobos slips behind the darkness of the shadow of Mars, Moon-goths, Spectres from Saturn’s rings, No-Wave Goblins of Venus and Ice gargoyles of Pluto converge on the white castle nestled between two deep craters. This castle has been here for millions of years, sending rhythmic pulses from it cavernous underground passages to those in…
Wind opens up like the wings of a bat engulfing them inside a space which is utter quiet for a second, the eye of the storm, the belly of a behemoth with walls through which acid should presently precipitate hissing to corrode flesh and soul into a primeval soup of bubbling fat, a yellow carcass…
Last time we heard, our heroes were lost in the limbo separating the barren desert scoured by the mercilless eye of God from the land of ghosts where a sepia thistle blooms for every sin you have committed, they advanced holding hands, oblivious to the warnings of tongue-speaking coyotes and vultures cruising the sky like…
We now bring you more Cosmic wonderment with a new discopodcastmixtape, made with assistance from Genuine Guy: I Was An Afro-Italo Robodancer in Egypt Glissandro 7O – Analogue Shantytown Hugh Masakela – The Boys Doin’ It (Carl Craig Remix) Ectomorph – Synthesize Her The Egyptian Lover – I Want To Make Love Lil’ Louis &…
Technological solutions for Nerds have developed a special blackberry implant which projects the sounds of Cybernetic Broadcasting System in the walls of your skull, watch what goes on inside your sick brain with a hyper-developed pineal gland and feel like you where in a Plastic Fantastic Inevitable happening inhabited by the anti-social androids after which…
And when we say indie we mean real deal indie, not corporate sponsored revivalist shit indie ‘music’ that people who like to jump into bandwagons end up geting laid to because that’s what people do, ah, the humanity! I am going to make a few posts with new US bands together with old stuff which…
Reissues are about as common nowadays as a purple American Apparel hoodie on a skinny indie kid. The Cloud label are putting out some of the best in 20JFG’s humble opinion, releasing two-track 12″s of hot cosmic disco and balearic love, while the parent company, Supersound, puts out the disco stomps and italian fine tailored…