Yes, now that’s a quote by Vin Diesel, there. In was in el Prado in Madrid last week, lost in the carnival of the Goya, the Bosch and the Brueghel, the latter’s ‘Triumph of Death’ puts to shame all feeble attempts to shock and shlock as deployed by the total loser torture porn movement, now…
God, I sometimes wonder if this place can ever make sense to you or us, do we antagonise you every time we change pace with the feeble gusto of a moth revolving crazed around a blinding strobe of what we consider fractured goodness, or are you troopers happy to delve in the burning and chaotic…
Think Joy Division as remade by Chromatics – ah, but its so much more than that! Twisted Wires are a raging storm reflected in the retina of a solemn shoegazing guitarist, coiling a mournful down-tuned motif from his spidery guitar strings. In the 80s. With The Horrors making like the spectral shadows cast by The…
Another Yoshimi P-We project, another joyous pirouette at the palace of unreal spires and complex mechanical toys where your 20jazzfunkgreats spend their days, sometimes delighted, sometimes curmudgeonly. Definitely the former this time, OLAibi’s Tingaruda is all about the drum, Taiko & Jingo & Batucada & Motorik, a continuous, hypnotic chain of percussion advancing linear or…
The Big Pink got remixed by Gang Gang Dance, there. What begins like a psychedelic excursion of portent and wonder across paths strewn with the corpses of Beach Boys and other sunny Californian types, all of which shine in a very fluorescent grey flips, halfway through, into a vicious skank which is pure shoegazing voodoo,…
With the reissue of the most excellent “Betrayed in the Octagon” LP on No Fun, Oneohtrix Point Never are finally getting more recognition. The LP is a wondrous clash of sinuous organic totems and sheer metal floating mosaic patterns, a battle watched by the 2001 homo-sapiens as a bone turns into a spacecraft. Its an…
(image by George Myers) One reissue is never enough, especially if its for a minor classic of the Italo renaissance – “Volcano” by Egotrya. The original is all levitational spiralling through corkscrew caverns and out into the great beyond of the heavens, yeah!, that’s good of course but the People in the Sky reissue comes…
The Ghost Car Collective are so stupidly on our wavelength it’s almost as if the shadowy individuals behind the Ghost Car name sent out tiny robotic beetles to crawl in through our ears one night whilst we slept in order to probe and obtain as much information out of our fried brains as possible. Based…
Here in Los Angeles there is a 5th season that is essentially like summer, but about 10000000000x hotter and shittier. It isn’t here quite yet, but I live in fear of it. It is kinda like living in Antarctica’s bizarro world opposite. Supposedly we’re in for another ice age soon, but I can’t help but…
We have been staring in awe at the febrile glue wave moth spiralling around an incandescent flame where timeless melodies dance & tinkle frail like undead muses always prettier under a few shovelfuls of noise and fuzz, as the good ole ancestors of the first shoegaze revolution taught us , well, it’s Eat Skull who…
Kevin Saunderson is a flat out XXJFG hero. He was one of the holy trinity of awesome dudes that pioneered the Motor City techno sound we still fawn over so obsessively, and who as Inner City bestowed upon us all the God’s gift to any party that is Good Life, a tune that still makes…
It might be a coincidence, but O Yea by Beautiful Swimmers, one of the best tunes I’ve heard this year so far, seems to sit somewhere in between similarly named classics by two of our idols, i.e. Can and Daft Punk, discipline and swing laced together in one cracker of a jam that will be…
2009 marks the death of Balearic Disco from none other than the princes of the genre, Lindstrom & Prins Thomas who release second album “II”, that slices across the beach-based discoball like two bloody streaks from a prog-wizard’s claw. On “II”, L&PT take a sip from the 7up can rumoured to be laced with LSD…
So we nicked the title from the horrorhouse mixtapes that Quiet Village slip into choice record stores under the dark veil of the night, but considering what we are about to present to you its pretty fitting. The wondrous Trunk Records releases another compilation of unearthed treasures, long forgotten in time and space under a…
Gutterballs is a film where ‘a brutally sadistic rape leads to a series of bizarre gory murders during a midnight disco bowl-a-rama at a popular bowling alley‘. It is the sort of thing you would expect us low-brow lowlifes to go for, especially with a soundtrack such as that produced by a certain Signore Gianni…