Sudeten Creche’s Dance is the soundtrack for a Walter Hill opium nightmare, poisonous smoke and twisted mirrors and an almost unbearable feeling of foreboding, like peeking over the shoulder of a filthy raincoat as the hand slides into the pocket fingers blind animals twisting against the ebony handle of the switchblade, feeric lines twist from…
We trash lost in a nebulous fog of psyche and distortion, blinded by blurry lights which shine first left then right, like the flashing eyes of a probing Cyclops. Our legs are lacerated by the acid spikes of unnatural flowers which rise strange and proud in the red soil, we stare into blood-coloured puddles and…
Joan Collins’ corpse crawls through our doorway, browned blood caked to her sheer cheekbones and flecked across her powder blue eye-shadow. She tells of torturous journeys of escape, disguised as a white feather caught in the twiggy hair of the ferryman on the river Styx. We were surprised she was in Hell too, but then…
You know we’re all about the gilded dancefloors of the discotheque, but you should also know that we’re even more about the winding staircases behind blood red velvet curtains hidden away in the dark corners of the disco that lead us down to the seedy, murderous places where red lights guide your way through a…
(image stolen from TommyBoy) We are always up for a hot compilation, and Lo Recordings will be delivering the goods in May with the third chapter in the Milky Disco series – “Milky Disco 2: Let’s Go Freak Out” (Volume 1.5 can be sourced via iTunes). The dark-disco feast features Black Devil Disco Club restructured…
Felix from Discoteca Oceano is back to take it to the old school, enjoy this timeless music and say thanks at the bottom! I shall begin by thanking Pablo Díaz-Reixa (aka El Guincho) for some of these discoveries. A couple of years ago, soon after arriving in Barcelona, we went to play in a club,…
You know we are on an odyssey to build the celestial disco, an aural dark cellar space where a balaclava-clad dude wearing a non-ironic pink flamingos gradient t-shirt spins lovely ultra-committed dance music such as this for you awesome people to enjoy in an eternal progression across the juxtaposed countries of JOY/CLASS/SWEAT. Gino Soccio’s never…
Where all the best disco is played. Take this slinky cut from Disco Devil as a good example. Returning with another 12″ of strutting Bengal tiger-pop, DD takes the satanic chanting and slow motion percussion of previous 12″ “Everybody’s Mantra” by Mike Burns and the cold barren heart of Rubber Room’s “Take Me”, and relocates…
The sun may have been shining over parts of this haunted isle of ours for the last few days, but that hasn’t stopped Winter’s icy grip from loosening up it’s stranglehold on us all which actually hasn’t been all that bad considering here at XXJFG towers we’ve been bathing in a gloriously seasonal, pixelated bath…
Stand in awe for some wickedly elegant nocturnal strutting brought to you by those masters of all things dark and metallic, Dissident. In ‘Emergency Calling’ the latest release by this most excellent record label, the Off-Key Hat go starkly soulful with a majestic piece of mid-tempo synthetic swing laced with a crunchy bassline that should…
DC Recordings stroke the pure white as the driven snow jazz-funk kitty in their ivory tower of space/time combobulation, silently content that their latest creation, Higamos Hogamos, are poised like winged monkeys to fly forth and pillage the lands below with their glorious jumble of nuevo-krautrock and sci-fi beatnik – a sound that can only…
In all seriousness what would you have expected of an X-rated disco dolly update of Frank & Moon Zappa’s “Valley Girl?” Something ridiculous, hilarious, warped and scary all at once, right? Right! Castro Boy may very well be the fruitiest record ever put to vinyl, but this isn’t the kind of thing that’s going to…
We have been a bit bad lately, what with all the joyous disco, synthetic fear and versicolor reconstructed pop, we have perhaps neglected the other leg supporting the ‘it’s so not art’ bed where your 20jazzfunkgreats gaunt ghouls wallow, roll and frolic frenzied like brain fried commuters crashing onwards in a southern rail carriage destined…
Another postcard from Brian Miller at Deathbomb Arc HQ, another chance to rejoice. Pretty awesome. / / / / / \\\\\\\\ Some lovely sounds from Los Angeles this time, both of the ragamuffin sort and the prim and proper. Although both camps represent a distinctly working class, far beyond Hollywood, urban pop mentality. The duo…