Glistening vistas of crystal lakes and lush purple mountains fringed by the light of twin suns bombarding their far sides with life. The cool moist air drifting up from the scattered lakes and brushing against the concrete bunkers rupturing the ground along a long grassy mound. The mass of troops laying on their backs staring…
We are totally psyched by the underworld cup taking place this summer. It is the last one before the mythical date of 2013, or the apocalypse prophesied in the Mayan calendar. This means that whatever happens could have serious repercussions re: the shape of the spiritual thereafter. Wizened bookies with totally for real totems straight…
That watery 2-step seems destined to traverse the seas escaping from British borders and washing up (once again) on the shores of San Francisco. Skeletal System‘s self-titled EP is a delicate mixture of Cold Wave delights but the second track, Dialogue, is the one that manages to marry the worlds of Cold Wave and that…
The many great thinkers of our time seem to have no problem getting their heads around staggeringly complex metaphysical concepts. Epistemology? No problem. Post Structuralism? Piece of Cake. Existential phenomenology? A breeze. But Twitter? These guys haven’t got a clue. Check out this recent Tweet we got from @ristotle It is clear, then, that wisdom…
Everyone who’s been exposed to it acknowledges that Ariel Pink and His Haunted Graffiti’s new album, ‘Before Today’ is one of the best things to come out this year so far. You know that 20jazzfunkgreats like to be contrary bitches, but in this case we have no other option than surrendering to join the shoal…
The mass diffusion of cheap music production technologies, access to more influences than a God with control over the time and space shenanigans could ever meaningfully process, and distribution platforms that make everything available everywhere have put much power in the hands of youths who are sufficiently unwise not to conform to the rules of…
High fives all around! Let’s get stoked for summer! Its really close! Here in LA we’re currently experiencing what they call ‘earthquake weather’. Honestly, I’m not sure what that is. Is it weather that rocks? If so, then Batwings Catwings are the perfect sound for the season. (Thats like a terrible dad joke, isn’t it?)…
With a name including the parenthetical title ‘Final Boss Stage’ how could we not love this. Ikonika doesn’t actually close her album with this track, it’s the penultimate one, maybe because it’s so euphoric/sad – it’s not the closure you’re looking for. The album actually closes with Red Marker Pens (Good Ending), perhaps reward for…
Just as the dawn broke on a cold January night of 1982, the red telephone rung strident from its hidden niche in the gargantuan pastel bedroom where president Ronald Reagan slept, one exact metre separated from the android-like stiff and cold body of his wife Nancy. Californian dreams chewing tobacco in the hills that overlook…
When the past sounds more like the future than the present does, revival becomes progressive. Some of the coolest sounds that have been bombarding the space capsule where your 20jazzfunkgreats psychonauts float in a zero G lotus position cradling chunky pulse rifles as they await for their rendezvous with the Beat, are those of the…
Hello fine sirs and sirettes. Normally the weekend pages of this readily expanding tome are intentionally left blank, so that you may ponder the many errors of our ways. Whilst you are doing this, we covertly fill our knapsacks and check our mantraps for sustenance that we might gorge upon at the bloody feast that…
Like a colossal bird emerging from Darwin’s Egg, spring spread its golden wings across our fair seaside city yesterday, an inverted Phoenix, bringing everything around it back to life. Gentle breezes flicking through the narrow streets, blowing away the cloak of grey that accumulates in winter’s dormancy. Rays of light, in training, waiting to ambush,…
As the sun finally warms this beautiful yet infallible behemoth known as Berlin, it becomes increasingly difficult to imagine that this place was once the realm of the apocalypse. A city that was once a fitting backdrop for the brutal emotional separation of the expatriates in Possesion is now, for some, little more than a…
Anthony Moore harvested many mutant seeds for the fertile ground which was the Kosmische Deutschland of the early 1970s, and brought them home to rainy Britain. Here they would spawn and intermingle with the local species, through the hybrid vehicles of Slapp Happy and Henry Cow, the rest is weird, more or less occult psychedelean…
A guitar stab emerges from the gothic, reverberating haunts of giallo throb and vocal gristle, heralding the ascension from such dark concerns back towards the infinite. The pervasive congested atmosphere of so much of the recent night clears to reveal the pure arpegiated beauty, the breathless kiss, of a rumbling Lost Highway. The mechanised violence…