Exciting times lie ahead for members of this fair MP3-zine. Along with our cohorts in 13monsters we’re on the verge of launching our new record label: Hungry For Power. Our first release comes straight from the howling shores of Brighton beach where remorseless waves of guitars crash ceaselessly against the yelping pebbles. We first saw…
Lets take a crawl through haunted circuitry hallways that run labyrinthine-like, beneath those giant blocks of cement and glass, where light emitting diodes weakly flicker on and off in a disquieting fashion to the faint murmured rhythms of a clipped and fragile humanoid voice fragmented into some alien form of 2-step code. We can find…
It is time of upheaval at the dungeons of one of your ‘vexed flip awed’ scribes, much moving of vinyl and science fiction literature has happened, disconnection from the global neural net and furious fights against dastardly spiders crawling up the legs of totemic creatures. This explains a degree of disengagement from the psychedelic battlefront…
In it’s original incarnation “Die Slow” is an epic blast of serrated tekno shards that rip through neo industrial noise light fields with maximum metallic grind. A truly take no prisoners proposition. In the silvery hands of those awesome New Jersey italo exorcists, Pink Stallone, what was once blunt and brutal, a futuristic monolith coated…
What do you do when the war finishes? You put on your old raincoat and clean the smudges of your face with saliva, you walk under the rain to the pock-marked station and reach the end of the platform, a flimsy pier stretching over an ocean of grey. You drag your luggage into the belly…
20jazzfunkgreats’ LA reporter Brian Miller is back with another savoury post. I am absolutely loving the Mincemeat or Tenspeed ‘Green Velvet piercing Genesis P-Orridge’s face with poison switchblades’, but then how would I not? Let it all kick off. After spending most of the past 15 years in and around California, there are more sadly…
Sitting in a pre-fab living room, cold light rendering the wooden walls anaemic, he lifts the empty glass to his lips. The ground begins to move. Dust rises, smudging the crisp blue light in a haze. His dogs bark outside as the chain fence rattles in the rising wind. Muffled shouts and screams compete for…
Was the room. And that room was sweaty. And dark. And loud. People stayed up all night. And lo, it was good. 20JFG cohort and all round winner Genuine Guy pops back into our lives with this sly deconstruction of the all that’s big and fun and slightly silly about dance music. The hubris of…
Ah, the Mediterranean 20JFG dude is back, Felix! We love it when he digs in old record shops of Habana for us, but also when he lets us know what crazy shit is going down in Spain right now. Which is fucking cool stuff by the way- check it out and say thanks in the…
We love the sound self-harm messthetics of the glue wave massive as much as the next guy, you can believe it buster. We also love it when bands go for the big soulcrusher ‘give us a stadium so we can tear it to pieces like a prehistoric lizard with Zenta laser eyes bitch’ sound, which…
Activate liminality drive, slide like a knife through matter butter into the vast theatre where the alt molecules perform their geometric dance, drawing baroque patterns of unfolding complexity as lines bend into curves, strings vibrate to accommodate your favourite conceptual framework re the birth of the universe, shapes coagulate and order emerge and expands, it’s…
Sorry for my absence from this webzine the last couple of weeks. I’ve been off shooting the video for this, more on that 20JFG-related endeavour in a few weeks. First up we have the rhythmic return of OOIOO. UDA HAH (all caps, or course) comes on like a wailing Liquid Liquid jam over some forgotten…
Hi there, sorry we have been slack lately. We’ll make up for it. Big fucking time. Let’s begin with a slam dunk, Serious Lover, who pulls all the freestyle cool moves with a new era edge that should go down a storm amongst all the peoples down at Top Nice and Hugo’s showdowns. Imagine John…
Where a nefarious fever unleashes upon your humble scribe a wicked storm of memories powerful like vampire sirens, they bite, but their bite is sweet, they sing, and their song is wistful. And what is the story that they utter? One of sweaty bedrooms where some kids fight for the fate of the universe against…