The arrival of the summer pt. 1

It is with unbridled joy that we celebrate the arrival of the summer, this humble outlet of yours welcomes the period of Apollonian domination with a two-part post full of tunes to be enjoyed surrounded by palm trees in the deserted context of a post-apocalyptic tropical beach that could well have been imagined by Lucio Fulci, behold your scrawny 20jfg scribes lying under the sun with lizard-like countenance, sipping on a cocktail and wondering about the eternal tension between empathy and entropy while feral swarms of seagulls feast on the decomposing corpses as they are washed ashore by capricious waves, charlie don’t surf, but what about the dead?

We very much enjoyed Smith & Mudd’s contribution to the wonderful Computer Incantations for Word Peace 2 comp, in 24/7 they deliver another piece of ecstatic balearic bliss that sounds of pink, orange and turquoise, feels like golden sand spilling between your fingers and, if you could sip it, would taste of smooth gazpacho drank from a clay bowl in the terrace of a small Mediterranean pueblo during one of those evenings when things grind down to a halt, and the sun-tanned peoples of the coast witness colours changing in a limpid sky while the friendly sea hums its gentle lullaby not far away, so that the white-washed houses can go to sleep in what, for a moment, feels like a perfect universe.

Smith & Mudd- 24/7

Its the height of lunar summer on LV-426, homeworld to the alien scourge that will tear through the chests of hundreds once colonisation begins – but this is a time before the slaughter, before Ripley sets down with her pulse rifle and her team of military meathead followers. A cooling breeze is coiling along the plains of the desert as the xenomorph party is in full swing, Malibu flows from the neck of the faux-80′s white bottle. The vicious creatures seem lethargic today, maybe its the pollen in the air, or maybe its the sounds unfurling from the speakers where Low Motion Disco are creating wormholes in space with each effortless synth ripple and pulsation:

Low Motion Disco – Frantic Low Moment

In future years to come when our ancestors rediscover balearic disco and compile it for reasons of nostalgia and collect-ability, Low Motion Disco will feature on all the essential playlists of the new guys in the know, highly regarded as the woozy sun gods of double-figure bpm “dance music” who were able to harness the powers of the solar sphere and re-imagine that power into shuffling atmospheric ambiance, like a certain Mr. Eno if he’d of had Jamaican descendants and been raised in a hut on a secluded area of Miami beach.