As we stand defeated on the battlefield amongst the severed limbs of our inadequate army, a tear rolls down the conspicuously unbloodstained cheek of the God in whose name we just fought. As we find ourselves alone under blacked sky, slain by a ancient conceptual nemesis actually now long gone, we rub salt and vinegar into our own wounds.

All around they mock. The aged and undertrained corpses we once called soliders still twitching in the scarlet evening. Surely conclusions can be made from such a bloodbath. Perhaps it is time for this sorry narrative to finally enter epilogue.

But no. 1000 years of hurt never stopped us dreaming. One day soon the 14 year old who controls us in this 2 dimensional MMORPG from an internet cafe in Seven Sisters will finally gets his own PC. Every day shall he practice and new special powers shall he find. Soon he shall turn 18 and play against other boys in internet cafes all over the world.

Then we shall return to this battlefield harder, better, faster and with a more lucrative sponsorship deal. Battlefield. Here we go again with that war talk. Sometimes it’s hard to believe this is only a game. Need to keep telling ourselves this is only a game. Only a game. Only a game. Onl……..

Sometimes, we lose faith in humanity. And not always for the most legitimate or logical of reasons. When this happens to 20jfg we always know that we can find the path to renewal can be well lit by the highest majesties of musical achievement. When we sit and watch a live performance of ‘music for 18 musicans’ for example we find it hard to believe that this was made by the same species that still uses sport as an excuse to bang on about a war that ended 65 years ago.

We find it hard to believe that we are even of the same make-up as these masters of indescribable time and atmosphere manipulation.

Whitesand Badlands – Blank Czech

Whitesand Badlands are no exception. After the intro of Blank Czech falsely prophecies the onset of a Balearic comfort zone, we quickly find ourselves in a shellac led procession through an atmosphere containing many unfamiliar compounds which make us feel giddy in exciting new ways. After 3 minutes we completely immersed in the kind of riff that makes our skin deliriously crawl, off our bodies, and into a rhodes-filled night with our melacholic souls chasing not far behind.

Blank Czech is contained on a 7′ available from The Riley Bushman Recordings & Archives and Whitesand Badlands album is soon on their own label……..

D/A/D – The Look of Being Old

D/A/D offer us virtuosity of a different form. Ever wonder what it feels like to hold the hopes and dreams of 55, 000, 000 people in your hands.? ‘The look of Being Old’ offers us a theme song for a montage sequence of the preparation for this moment. White hot intensity nerves flow through your entire body whilst water flies from drums in slow motion. Electrical tape is tied around fingers MJ style as parrallax synths bend up in the distance. Time for your guitar solo. Don’t fuck it up mister, your whole country is watching….

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