Tuesday, August 5, 2008  12:05 am 

Fuck sweet summer of 69

This Saturday the 20JFG shall be going up to London for some more adventures in Victoria Park, it is Field Day. We intend to sit down in a certain area identified after careful analyses of secret manuscripts and the casting of the runes over esoteric cabbalistic texts, which led to the retrieval of a corpse in the Parisian catacombs, a map tattooed in its dried-up back describing ley lines of feeric power in whose intersection we shall set our throne of polyester and cardboard, sniffing the burned ozone in the air like ravenous hounds of war, detecting in its underground currents an atmospheric reaction to the frictions of excitement at the vibes of sweet music, this shall be the HQ of our campaign of infiltration, search and self-destruction, a psychedelic war-room from whence we shall initiate razzias in those stages where the champions of sound battle against the English sky to initiate a chain of spiritual conflagration that we hope shall set us, and our accomplices on fire.

The tribal stomp shall be indeed performed in front of Beyond the Wizards Sleeve, Les Savy Fav, Dan Deacon, Modeselektor, our favourite spectral dub squad Telepathe and, of course the master of all things cosmic and fucked up, the Emperor Machine.

The Emperor Machine- Roller Daddy

Everyone asks me what this is when I play it out, wonder why. This is fucking vintage Emperor Machine, and when I say vintage Emperor Machine I mean double vintage shit, probably my favourite tune by the machine, I could describe it as the sound of headless horsemen advancing through the avenues of London menacing like a squad of Victorian nazgul leaving a trail of jinxed traffic lights on their wake to eventually arrive at their final destination, a scorched cellar covered in pagan graffitti, just on that crucial moment when Satan’s own house band reach the climax of a psyche crescendo, primeval riffage expanding in concentric circles manifested in vicious ectoplasmic tendrils that strangle participants in seances across the land, unholy structures all angles of obsidian rising from the furious waters of the unconscious of sleeping mediums to create nightmares that beget screams whose echoes you can still hear resonating in haunted back alleys on those strange nights which are the nation of black cats.

If they play this live I swear I will weep blood. Classic.

So yeah, go to Field Day, it’s good for you.

And just to warm up, Nitefreq is happening the night before, Friday. We have had a sneak preview of Citinite’s new lovingly crafted release, the Modernaire EP, and we can only say one thing: goto. There. Swinging situationist jacking electro boogie doesn’t get any more jacking than that fellow androids, support the true heroes of the man-machine revolution, for real. Better taste you won’t be able to find anywhere in the interzone, or outside.

I’ve meant to write about The Emergency for ages, and now it’s the moment, relish the second before you press play below as one of anticipation before bliss, an electric impulse later finds you floating in the zero-g space of their synthetic world, skies of an orange gradient such as those summoned by Vangelis in the mournful multi-track suggestions of See You Later, or hegemonic alchemists Chris and Cosey, an eternal carousel of neon tubes curling upon each other like genetic algorithms, coupling, swirling and growing into the perfect shape of an electroid pop gem endowed with the same baroque & languid sexuality of Sebastian Tellier’s vanilla butterfly soul, it could have well found a home in the perfectly curated museum of the LCD Soundsystem’s debut album, a statue of liquid metal of Rodinesque beauty getting off with Marc Almond in the luminous spaces of a modernist corridor.

The Emergency- Vanishing Prize

As it is, you should get it in their pristine Forever/Too Much 12.

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We just received some real sweet tees from the good folks at You Might Never Find Us, so that you know. They have an awesome zombie design by our main B&W team black Banana which will be useful disguise when the apocalypse happens, while we recommend the X marks the spot one for your potential vampire new wave friends, now let’s hope that your pulse doesn’t waver when you have to drive a stake home through it and into the concrete wall, arterial blood splatter across virginal white, that’s the look for this summer of 2008.

labels >> The Emergency, emperor machine, xxjfg