If you venture out on a dark Halloween nite such as tonite in Peckham, you will die. As you bunch up your damp coat to keep the icy fingers of the winter from invading your fragile body, eyes will be watching from the shadows slashed across dilapidated buildings and spiking across the shimmering frosted death-grey…
As the rose continues to lose it’s bloom for another year and a feeling of serene melancholy floats around in the air, I’ve lately found myself entranced by the disarmingly beautiful, and often excruciatingly sad psych folk sounds that emanated out of South and Latin America in the 60s and 70s. Recently I tried, and…
Another week, another collection of wicked sounds from the American No Gaze/Pagan noise underground, this time framed in the context of the impending apocalypse of fear and blood which is our most favourite of dates, Halloween. Ah, and vote Obama kids. Strange monuments rise in recondite summits of the misty forests of Oregon, deformed totems…
Previously, not a million weeks ago, we “reported” on the first volume of the Genghis Tron mix 12″s with Steve Moore reanimating “Board Up The House” for full invasion of the brain munchers disco shimmy effect. Volume 2 is set for a November release on Lovepump United with Tobacco soaking the corpse of “Relief” in…
Alter Ego’s remix of Poni Hoax’ Hypercommunication is a chromed shogun gazing down into the dancefloor from a red mountain of swords, cruel heart beating like a clockwork mechanism of electroid viciousness, epic body music expanding metronomic like a geometric reticle straight of Tron, but made of taut barbed wire instead of neon. There is…
Love Saves the Day (facebook group here) is back on Saturday at Micro, just by Digital in Brighton’t Seafront. Dan Nixon is the man leading in this glorious return, with the 20JFG crew eagerly involved, and excited. Some of the most joyous dancing your caring ‘n’ sharing nerds have subjected the world to this year…
Witness us transformed into mediums for a message of blinding glorious transfixing light, first with Gang Gang Dance, responsible for St. Dymphna, one of the albums of the year, which was released officially yesterday. We had this to say about it a couple of weeks ago: ‘we are talking Gang Gang Dance here, one of…
We go together Like sex and violence Like death and silence Listening to the grimly seductive funereal balladry of Prince and Pearl is like wandering through silent woodlands at night without any real purpose, only to come across a ramshackle old wooden cabin, barely standing buckling under the weight of it’s ghosts, wherein upon opening…
(Tommy Boy, wonderful stalker of our hallucinated unconscious, where would we be without you?) There are more maths to the disco than you’d think, a precise language of rhythm which unfolds over the blackboard of a dance floor punctuated by melodic twists, the loving and caring bassline curvaceous loop of an integral function binding this…
We have been going on about Times New Viking since the invention of sliced bread more or less, you know they did it with mangled melodies, burning wire and serrated peaks of distortion, a sonic field of love fever, a mattress in a bedroom crammed with memorabilia and grainy posters from legendary shows only ten…
Three nightmares, for dancing in cold sweats at a seance when the moon is pulling your consciousness to dark places full of subliminal horror and nameless things that slip through the shadows: Its Zombie Apocalypse time again at 2OJFG! But this time the doomed hero of the story is you, trapped in an abandoned building in…
This is a special one- two of our heroes, JD Twitch and DJ Rick have written some words for you (in the case of the latter you can find them gloriously splattered over the comments of a post a couple of days ago). There’s not much to add, this is what we aspire to be….
DJ Rick is so totally DJing at our collective wedding. So I left this tune on the record player while I was shaving and when I came back to my bedroom it was all fucking trashed, even the paint stripped off the walls, sweet baby Jesus playing chess with Alejandro Jodorowsky on the top of…
Whether it’s been Orion Rigel Dommisse’s terrifying bad seed lullabies infiltrating our fragile minds at night and warning us of the dangers of encountering girls who wear pretty-as-a-doll dresses whilst wandering the woods alone, or the claustrophobic intimacy of Ilya E Monosov’s scratch in the ear whisperings, or Ex Reverie’s Renaissance Faire maiden musings potent…
Chicago macabre squad GATEKEEPER fulfil your 20jazzfunkgreats’ thirst for the nocturnal with another black morsel of thrills and kills. Their music embodies all that we like about 1980s cinematic suspense, paranoid hallucinations, a phantasmagoria of green lights and ectoplasmic mist seeping through multiple fracture lines on the thin walls of reality, you can of course…