Over Ice, After Dark

Just over a year ago, your fiendish 20JFG writers got all excited about a track called ‘Love Reaction’ by Lovelock that was passed to us on a blood-flecked CD by a backwards-talking multi-tentacled demon from a frozen purple dimension. It was a tale of neon infused trysts between shear cheek-boned society girls with too much hairspray and well built Calvin Klein models with too much hair gel, all spurred on by cocktail glasses filled with Tia Maria and fast rides in a red Porsche that followed the streaming street-lights and cut a tyre mark slice across the backdrop of LA amidst a night time lightning strike. Those dramatic power chords partly inspired a secret project yet to be revealed.

Lovelock is Steve Moore of Zombi – you know Zombi, they are the black light and glitter-blood disco main act that follows the stormtrooper procession in the main hanger of Darth Vader’s Death Star, a time for the red cloaked imperial troopers to look good striking moves reflected in the glass chrome flooring – but where Zombi exemplify Argento’s luridly stained-glass gorefests, Lovelock are more about the action moments to a Driller Killer remake if the psycho-murderer had been a Robert Blue girl wielding a laser gun instead of a DIY tool.

Lovelock – Don’t Turn Away (From My Love)

Eskimo have a Skinny Joey compiled mixtape coming out in September, ‘Cosmic Balearic Beats, Vol.1′ featuring unreleased slowdisco from In Flagranti, Coyote, Maelstrom and more. ‘Don’t Turn Away (From My Love)’ ends the mix like a closing credits track, as if the mix you just heard was a movie of decadent porn and blood soaked slasher horror set in space. But then its so much more than that, its sincere but cheesy lyrics that spiral and echo around shadowy caverns under Innsmouthian mountains, and the synths evoke giant shimmering pirate ships cruising through blackest space on a sea of laserbeams bursting forth from crumbling suns.

And now credit where credit is duly due, Tommy Boy, the owner of the bestest myspace gallery EVER, has turned us onto Sally Shapiro’s successor (*gasp of dramatic shock*) in the form of italodisco nymphet, Odessa.

Odessa – Polar Intrusion

Once the needle cuts into the groove on the ‘Polar Intrusion’ 12″, Odessa’s hometown of Rotterdam is transformed into a glacial landscape of relentless disco snow streams, slow-motion flexing polar bears swing heavy clawed paws at translucent dragonflies spiralling around in the still air. A giant metallic husky, icicles shattering from its joints as it lumbers forward, blasts phosphorous blue columns of frozen flame from its mouth, covering the skyscrapers in thick layers of ice that resonate the central vocodered mantra. The husky rears up roaring, and slams its chrome paws through the frozen shelf covering the Nieuwe Maas river and falls through to a cavern where Odessa sits on a neon blue throne and Alden Tyrell spins retrograde Italian dance records for vampires and ghouls that gesture majestically in the swathes of dry ice.