Once in a blood moon the 20jazzfunkgreats dudes themselves deploy their primitive mixology technologies to spawn some disfunctional beast such as the one that stares at you, cross-eyed yet hopefully beautiful in its necromantically assembled parts, from below. The theme is always love, splattered and dying over the window screen of some Nova-class cruiser destination…
The scarred earth lay out of view behind the hill. Crouched low among the crops, in one of the many fields that divided the hillside, the sun bleached ears of corn obscuring the peak and its vantage point over the nightmarish vistas beyond. Beneath their feet, the small houses in the valley below – with…
There was an interesting feature in Wired UK (Yeah, we read Wired UK, we like to stay hot on the heels of the digital revolution when we are not busy with our debauched flesh reversing exercises) about transmedia, and how the boundaries between content (visual/interactive/read/geo-localised, as in Alternate Reality Games and all that jazz) are…
One of the wonders of the Internet is how it allows curmudgeonly little bastards like ourselves to launch arbitrary assaults on whatever novel fad that happens to slip into the wrong side of the soiled bed where we lay, like the unwelcome head of a shit stallion running ahead of the pack of popular culture….
It’s summer and with the heat comes the irresistible clench of kinetic forces, a whirlwind tug of hair and sweat and clinging clothes, eyes staring for hours into hypnotic spirals of oscillating fans that make you yearn for linear motion, a pulse, a push, a pull. Before you know it you are speeding down zig…
The face of the mother was first green, nourished by the energy of secret reservoirs. There built the naked apes their temples, scarring her skin still she smiled. Around these temples, villages grew in an avalanche of life, subsistence, commerce. Eventually the temples were demolished by the new religion, and replaced by churches, the primeval…
We couldn’t but petition the wonderful people at LA Station Radar for a mixtape after a week listening to their last CD compilation on repeat. They kindly sent it our way a few days ago, and it is as great as we expected. Devastated wastelands populated by wolves that carry in their battlescarred fur the…
Sometimes it’s hard to be a blogger. As the 36-times recycled air in your netbunker begins to scald your already desacated lungs, one starts to ponder what life is like ‘out there’. When the unshorn proportions of your yellowed nails prevent you from downloading that next zipfile, one begins to wonder if time spent outdoors with…
In the unceasing, flickering LED glare of packets transmitted and received; handshakes made; protocols observed – we retreat like some amateur Gnostic through the floor of the world. The deep web of hyperlinked opinions and comment threads and feeds and feeds…passes overhead. Amongst the blankness – our stark disengagement – we find a tribe of…
At the point called birth, the fetus leaves the womb and becomes a baby. The umbilical chord is cut and life is no longer sustained through direct biological freeloading. A new kind of freeloading begins of course, just yet another in long line of awesome actions that continue through moving back home after college. That…
Every time I go to hang out with Florian down his bungalow is like reading an episode in the oral history of psychedelic privateering. He’s been everywhere. He was there at the German communes sitting chameleon-like in the back, surfing on the ley waves of collective energy, Paris 1968, hurling rocks at the man in…
Not only do Beautiful Swimmers produce the coolest chiselled borg funk in the land, but also some rather astonishing mixes such as the one we are leaving with you today. Strut down the marina as the sun sets, to your left rise bleached castles whose windows project a binary message of peace and allure, to…
An appeal. As many people who work in ‘the biz’ will know, press releases are full of half-truths and exaggeration. In some countries it is actually law that an official press release should contain at least 60% bullshit, and many States have now set up Government funded watchdogs to ensure that these fallicentric dockets represent…
Look kid, we don’t give a fuck about the exact co-ordinates that bound your taste. We are not trying to convince you of anything. Feel free to shackle yourself with as many style chains as you please, it’s your life. What we say is that, if you understand where we’ve been coming from since day…
The tip of the needle at the end of the arm of 20jazzfunkgreats’ hard-working turntable works, when interfaced with a slab of vinyl, as a time machine. It is oft the case that the instructions embedded on such medium project us into scenarios yet to come, a solar system eschaton and overt dialogues with alien…
We sit sprawled within the nebula-grey walls of our collective zine. Drifting amongst the vast bodies that exert their eternal pull on our fragile mass. Directionless and infinite; endless inquiry is expended on our destination, but we simply do not know; mere amateurs that we are at this low-budget journey. All we can do is…
Less than a decade ago, Stanley Koren set out to construct a neurotheological lab apparatus that could make you see God through sound. The GOD HELMET, as outlined by the specifications by Dr. Michael Persinger, is a modified snowmobile helmet with sonic stimulaters that when worn on the head of the subject in an anechoic…