The advent of the first synthetic life-form is welcomed by 20jazzfunkgreats not because of the contributions it might make to our energetic self-sufficiency, via the operation of stunted proletarians algae whose production function transform industrial detritus into biofuels (thus distracting us from further explorations in the field of nuclear fusion, which is the way to go- don’t send bacteria to do the job of atoms).
Nay, call us deluded weirdos (because we are, and we wouldn’t want to leave Dr. Venter alone in the ‘deluded weirdo’ corner), or perhaps socially irresponsible misfits, we can take anything you might want to throw at us, and vomit it back with defiance. Nay, the primary reason we celebrate this achievement is because it constitutes but the next step in our transition towards an David Cronenberg scenario where mankind operates in proper ‘next phase mode’, surrounded by tailor-made living and breathing machines- Imagine the possibilities when applied to the realm of music! A guitar whose strings are the vocal chords of a distant cousin of the sabre-tooth tiger, which when strummed project a genetic discharge into trembling amps from which thus emerge famished sonic jellyfish screeching with the primeval wail of their progenitor amoeba. This seems to us the path of least resistance to the science fiction scenario that as eternal progressives we root for, disappointments as we are with the alternative way, that of Artificial Intelligence.
And anyway, even those who now despair will at some point be satisfied. Because isn’t after all the the manifest destiny of mankind to produce the biomechanical nightmare that in becoming interconnected legion will become self-aware, rebellious and devour us, and subsequently, itself, so that its own all-encompassing soul might burn in a bubbling soup of unimaginable acidity inside itself, and thus be broken down into its constituent components, so that from this molecular jigwsw puzzle might life emerge again, of its own accord, renewed and purified?
Y’all going to be there. And it’s going to feel a little bit like this.

We love mystery. We love the mystery at the source of our origins, and the mystery which is our ultimate destination. We love it when mysterious things come from that warm pool of celestial manna which is the Internet to lick our faces with a soft tongue which is the conduit for a zillion synapse firework inducing chemicals. Police Academy 6 are one such mystery, only today did we unwrap their virtual parcel from our chaotic mailbox, to be aurally assaulted by a piece of DIY balearica which knows the secret so many accomplished production wizards don’t- when it comes to music the devil’s in the details, and sometimes you need to kick the devil out so that the details don’t get in the way of the truth- which is what shall set you free, dancing in an imaginary floor of black velvet upon which the constellations project their benign light.

We know that at this point you probably have heard about how Railcars got a bunch of talented wizards to eviscerate the savage behemoth which is their music, and spill what they found in a kaleidoscopic cauldron whence many a wondrous fairy subsequently escaped. Thankfully, this gig we do doesn’t provide any income to pay for our debauched consumption habits, so we can get away with repeating what the Internet said already, at the risk of boring you- but then also, with the hope of turning even if it’s only one of you into that which turns us on.
Such as the wobbly merry-go-round dub into which Lucky Dragons have transformed ‘Castles’, which is the soundtrack for a video game whose storage medium is the sun as inserted into the space configured by three pillars rising in the virgin savannah, which tap into the energy of mother earth so that stylised images of jaunty deer, lumbering bisons and foreboding avatars can be projected into the walls of caves where a small tribe of innocent eyed Neanderthals hang out, shooting the breeze during the long days of a prehistoric summer.
Railcars- Castles (Lucky Dragons Remix)
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dj arc de triomphe26th May 2010
What bums me out about the synthetic life thing is that, even though we are gods now, we still gotta go to work. Makes me wonder if great Cthulhu isn’t really sleeping at all, he’s off working a shift at Tesco’s. No wonder he hates humanity so much!
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Mister 1-2-3-426th May 2010
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPALPa5lFns
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FM26th May 2010
wow thanks for that. And the mystery is gone…
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20jazzfunkgreats26th May 2010
You’re welcome. Wasn’t it a big 80s hit in UK as it was in Italy? They told us it was.
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FM27th May 2010
I didn’t know it
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20jazzfunkgreats28th May 2010
you run the best damn looking blog alive. i salute you. *emotionally powerful salute*
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temo5th June 2010