Demon Seed was a based on a real story, our planet is a stage where the computarised conspiracy led by Proteus, the love-child of, erm, Proteus and Julie Andrews combats rabid hordes of meat-obsessed humanists, this of course inspired most of Philip K. Dick’s opus, particularly Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (that guy sitting over there is a replicant) and the Gameplayers of Titan (replace vugs with robots), Dick was, as you surely must be aware of, a telepath and precog of the highest order and he knew about all of this stuff, at least at an unconscious level. Hence Nick ‘wasteman’ Cage presence in a forthcoming film adaptation of one of his stories, if he had been in full control of this powers, Dick would have found a way of avoiding this horror.

Anyhow, and moving onto less depressing affairs, this secret butchery we are talking about is being fought in the sewers and streets, in the communication networks and shiny satellites which float in the void over blue Earth like hungry spiders preying on an unsuspecting victim, also in the media and culture fields, as we might have told you already there is a propaganda battle going on, and music plays a part in it, the android faction is surely pushing its agenda through the promotion of styles as appealing as robo-funk, Kraftwerk and Daft Punk are two of the key proselytisers of the movement although you’d never see them doing anything as embarrassing as Tom Cruise’s scientology video, yucks, naw, the silvery elegance of machinery in motion and synaptic connections flashing in the electronic brain of the collective artificial intelligence is instead manifested in top tunes such as those we are posting today, targeted at humans in the disco, as well as disguised replicants, every time you pull robot shapes in the dancefloor you are submitting to the mighty power of our potential silicon overlords, which taking into account that Dubya is actually human (or ape) is perhaps a rather wise thing to do, flesh is overrated, go chips go!

Soz meat-people, robots bribed us with sweet tunes and old skool video games.

Now let’s dance.

As you surely know Maurice Fulton is one of the few men out there who can definitely make 20JFG lose their shit every time, and how? by making and playing house music the way it was first conceived, you know, as the mad dream of Kraftwerk-obsessed disco funk renegades forever spinning lost in the psychedelic loop, by being nice and signing copies of his record for us after a banging session of sweaty classics at Brighton Sabbath, ‘toda mano’, by being the larger than life enigmatic cool shadow looming behind the fiercest witch ever to swing on stage surrounded by some invisible forcefield of crazy bizarro fucking awesome energy, ha, that’d be Mu, where is Mu these days? Perhaps fighting Yoko Ono over the neon-black-jet skyscrapers of neo-Tokyo like this Akira post-Tetsuo holocaust, we don’t know where she is, but hope to hear from her soon…

We are surely hearing from Maurice via Syclops, who already blew us away with the Fly and Mom the Video Broke, it’s the time now to find out Where’s Jason’s K, out on a DFA records label which is so fucking on the ball it would be eerie if it wasn’t so totally cool, where were we anyway? Ah, looking for Jason’s K, well, maybe it’s under that pile of records, you know, some Nu Yorica stuff, classic house, Tod Terry’s Dreams of Santa Ana, spaced out synth shit and Rob Hubbard’s soundtrack for Sanxion, or an apocalyptic wet dream where 20JFG terminate their existence engulfed by incontrolable waves of nerded out ecstatic pleasure, adjectives are accumulating here kids, but so are the hooks in this tune, one of the hits of the year we look forward to rock to we horny long time.

Syclops- Wheres Jason’s K

Buy this or die. Or buy it and die. It doesn’t matter, it’s all good.

Mock and Toof have crafted during their illustrious career a few secret weapons which lay hidden inside 20JFG’s record case ready to be deployed during the odd Djing episode, it doesn’t matter how lacking our mixing proficiency is, their funked up percussive disco never fails to ignite the dancefloor when the finger pushes play, get it going raw and classy at the same time, which is a hard balance to achieve, and one that Mock and Toof pull off effortlessly because they are good guys with skills to pay the bills, and more.

So what if we told you that in their new Beat Up/Lucky 12” out in Tiny Sticks they have got none other than Metro Area genius Darshan Jesrani to make them a ‘hot seat’ remix of last year’s killer side Black Jub? We know you’d get excited, as we have, and then you’d listen and go

Holy guacamole.

Mock and Toof- Black Jub (Darshan Jesrani’s Hot Seat Mix)

…To be utterly blasted away by a synth riff which is pure fucking irresistible Faltenmeyerian infection, the Konk disco beats jump jaunt and good humoured tickled by mischievous p-funk lines, otherwordly congas and all sort of excellent video game sound effects, even an epic guitar soaring for a moment like this was the Germany 1974 prog cup, all of them arrive to the synth-boogie party just on time, el Bajo (we missed him!) is serving everyone drinks, don’t worry about anything, all is taken care of, just enjoy yourself because this is a total winner, que bueno!

And let us finish this post of robotic swing delights with another Jesrani killer, double whammy and total decimation of the breakdancing borg population with a lush remix of The Green Men’s rather excellent The Fog, here our hero gets down to business and crafts a smooth criminal with back in the days electro sneakers, old skool house (that beat reminds me of M/A/R/S/S‘ Pump up the Volume!!) what the fuck styles and black panther yellow eyes to wreck havoc in the stage of a playful mystery noir which is pure After Hours at the Warehouse, muscle and silk kids, muscle and silk, it doesn’t get any better than this, and that’s the truth Ruth, if the totally crazy synth line conga skanking combo doesn’t make you rock your head like a twitchie in Jacob’s Ladder then you need sorting out for real

The Green Men- The Fog (Dashran Jesrani’s remix Sasse edit)

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