Put this on your iPod while riding in the London Underground early in the morning, I am sure you can find at least 5 or 6 people in your carriage who could well be thinking the lyrics of this song, their gaits desperate and sunk inside a trap of neon bleak like the antechamber to…
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…
Where two good men and excellent friends of thee 20JFG with an awesome taste on all things, of course music, take us on a trip back to the old school warehouse/discotheque whence all good things came, and to which we pay homage on a daily basis from this humble zine of yours, say hello to…
When things are so disgustingly minimal that they are sometimes not even there, falling freefall into gloopy crimson love with it is all you can do. Its why Dopplereffekt rules so hard and darkly, its why I-f’s mastery of skeletal dance music elevated itself quickly away from the full teeth melting sickness of Electroclash back…
Where we put up a couple of songs that we think could have been nicely featured in the GTA IV epic OST, good shit. The new quiet movement continues gathering momentum with the ‘Muting the Noise’ compilation, here you have some pearls of minimal/kosmische ambient gliding like ethereal kites between the glass-hearted titans that pierce…
In this room of shadows the dust dances jaunty to a tune played by timid rays of light and Lucky Dragons, a strange Friday morning turns into a reverie, a flight over prairies different tonalities of golden shifting with the sunset, descending upon the strange coralline configurations of a city blinking at us from the…
20JFG are once again lost in the haunted starfields of discomatic space, and is it any coincidence that Strut is resurrected and about to release a compilation entitled “Disco Italia”? – no, it was always written in the heavens! This compilation should just be the most awesomest, hitting the listener with one rare gem after…
Que Bueno! Portland cuates Magic Johnson follow the proud tradition of bands preoccupied with domestic issues (ah, the Barcelona Pavillion!) to deliver instant pyrokinetic no wave fun packing the same rambunctious punch of winningnest outfits Mika Miko or Finally Punk, ‘Telenovelas’, their new 7” on OlFactory records is instinctive block party hardcore that stretches like…
You never send me those lovely letters any more That time you dreamt of dreaming of being taken up by the birds surfing over the capricious spirals of a wind drawn with delicate lines rising to face gaping clouds dissolving into faces telling you of things you ought not to forget, of things that needed…
20jazzfunkgreats consider it a crying shame that what could well be the crowning achievement of British popular culture this century, GTA IV is being greeted with all sorts of desultory and misinformed comments from the usual sanctimonious scaremongering suspects, who of course haven’t played it. The game is a thing of beauty (in spite of…
Reality bites us, but you know how we roll. An international team of biologists travel to the barren lands of London to investigate the impact of the electoral catastrophe in the life-forms of the area. Picture this- a charismatic and rugged Kurt Russell type, a nerdy quantitative analysis guy with empathy deficit issues, a blonde…
Nazi snakes that dwell in pyramids!? Fucking hell S.S. Pyramid Snake, did you create music just for us!? The prospect of the existence of such creatures is like one of those cool nightmares you are having – the ones that you feel bad from because you went and woke up before the really nasty stuff…