As some of you may know, Beachy Head is a famous suicide spot in the Sussex coast not far away from Brighton. It is the place depicted in the front cover of Throbbing Gristle’s 20jazzfunkgreats, and soundtracked in a most foreboding manner in the selfsame record. It also seems to be a place that Gatto…
We visited the (quite amazing) debut EP from Skeletal System earlier this year and went on to stick it in our inaugural Altered Zones post. Something about the best EP of the first six months of the year. So, we’re pretty psyched here in the impenetrable towers of 20JFG to hear their follow up single…
Once in a while even yr ravenous infomorphs at 20JFG like to switch off their brains, and kick back in front of the intellectual void-hole that is the old-fasioned gogglebox (that’s goggle not google). Several years ago it spat out an interesting philosophical conundrum known as ‘reality TV’, where you would have shows about a bunch of ‘real’…
In David Bischoff’s ‘Copyright Infringement’, a video games pirate confronts the ultimate digital rights management system: he gets sucked into the world of the game he was trying to access illegally- unlucky for him this was a digital adaptation of The Blob, and acid dissolution ensues. Remember kids, Home Taping kills people. Your 20jazzfunkgreats truly…
Every day of the week, at this research lab like so many others all over the world, grad students sit in front of their computers and examine the data produced through experimental work. Occasional visitors- perhaps a civil servant, or an University bureaucrat, or even professors so far away from the research trenches they might…
Deep space throb and Dark Star static duel with a vaguely menacing Lynchian guitar line draped in reverb and dread. Some sort of cataclysmic Akira explosion – all blue light and vacuum silence – breaks the plunge into the void before the rush of drums doubly deep reemerge. Brief moments of piano calm descend with…
In last week’s gripping installment of this post, we introduced you to our newest contributor - Preston G. Parallax. He is one of 20JFG’s all-time favourite Sci-Fi authors, but his shockingly ahead-of-their-time-novels made less money than Granny Parallax’s rock cakes at the church fayre, and he was thus relegated to the stinking dungeon of unbearable obscurity…
Crystal Ark’s new 12’’, The Tangible Presence of the Miraculous, slid under the radar of 20jazzfunkgreats’ command and control room on August like an acid washed stealth bomber designed by Ibizan iluminados, on a terminal mission to destroy dancefloors from which, alas, we were absent this summer. We are posting it today as a wake…
20jazzfunkgreats has been navigating the bug-ridden hills of the Mojave Desert over the last couple of weeks, armed with decomposed weaponry and loose evolutionary morals. It is a mesmerising experience, not least because of the retrofuturistic visuals and hallucinatory glitches that unfold in front of our predatory avatar, Juan Vasquez. We scan the landscape from…
Mi Ami‘s deliriously lo-fi mix for us got lost briefly in the flooded series of tubes that connect 20JFG to the outside world. Thankfully its battered form has been secured from the depths of Sendspace. This is like being stuck in the middle of sensory depravation bubble in the trobbing heart of Detroit Techno circa…
It is a true honour to introduce to you our newest writer today. You may never have heard of Preston G. Parallax, but he is something of a legend around 20JFG parts – an unbelievable Science Fiction writer and pioneer in the field of Pseudo-musicology, he simply vanished from the face of the earth after his…
On a Monday Morning of November last year, Albert B., a chartered accountant on £40K a month decided to go upstairs, rather than downstairs when he left his conservatively furnished flat in the North of London. It was 7 O’clock. He found that the door to the roof was open so he stepped outside, under…
(This went up last week, but our infrastructure was malfunctioned so some couldn’t enjoy it. Here it comes again in all its analogue glory) Following on from last week’s controversial epic, The Speculator astounds us with another mix. This time vinyl prowess reigns supreme as he takes us through his infinitely scopic record collection, pausing at joyous…
Night Gallery is Adam Griffin and Aaron ‘Gatekeeper‘ David who together quietly released the album we’d hoped Silver Columns were going to, back in August. But it was late last year that their unnervingly catchy synth-pop track Mary Bell toured the blog circuit just prior to the Cold Wave tsunami breaking over internet-land. Mary Bell…
Y’all know the Prime Directive right? That discreet and courteous law that stops us from playing God. The one that says; ‘No primitive culture can be given or exposed to any information regarding advanced technology or the existence of extraplanetary civilizations, lest this exposure alter the natural development of the civilization’ Well, nuts to that – check out…
At this point in the evolution of sound and soul everyone must have surely realised that Hounds of Hate are hot shit. I Like Triangles was 20jazzfunkgreats tune of choice for cruising down the humming corridors of the Invisible Hand in search for alien relics in the periphery of the Great Slow last year. if…
You thought you got away. From coteries of inbred killers and yellow fanged bloodsuckers. From the avalanche of zombie avalanches and past the cat’s cradle of ectoplasmic projections swirling like jellyfish of evil above the Indian cemetery over which your house rises, from trainee butchers clad in leather and unholy abominations whose leprous tendrils slip…