Every week seems to bring a new Edmund Xavier-related delight to the doorstep of your 20jazzfunkgreats ludicrous cult. After sniping across the ruins of a sonic Stalingrad with Teenage Panzerkorps, chasing Hostage Sex until the Gates of Heaven and tuning to FWY’s post-mutant-apocalypse radio show, we turn to the melange of cold wave turbulence and…
Bob Loop sat on a stool gazing absently at the sticky sheen that stretched over the long curved bar. Comfortably oblivious to the other patrons save the odd bump to his back or temporary hand on his shoulder as they ebbed and flowed around him. Bob’s perch afforded his easy access to Inigo Dick, the…
continued from last week Preston’s next victim was über-powerful publisher – John C. Criris. Now, having knelt fruitlessly at the throne of the publishing industry many times before, Preston knew he had to watch himself here – and so came with a different tack. One of the most coffee-stained and tattered pieces retrieved from his…
Those nights we stay in, but outside of the forbidden cellar, we tend to fall asleep to the cycle of a cylinder light that projects upon the walls of the bedroom the shapes of future constellations in the pantheon of musical glory. Last night, it was Jeans Wilder who showed up in this makeshift firmament, up…
You can’t see it, but the Ooze is all around us all the time. It is an invisible and supernaturally charged substance with a thick, gloopy codeine consistency. When we sleep it envelopes us completely, keeping us safe in our beds and not walking around outdoors case we get shot by a redneck zombie-hunter. Sometimes it seeps into our…
Indescribably dour Science Fiction author, Preston G Parallax, once found himself at a glittering event curated strictly for the unbelievably rich and influential. Quite how this flea-bitten specimen found his way into such a function is a mystery, but the borderline-committable Sci-Fi genius could not believe his usually rotten luck. Looking through the eyepiece of his skull-castle to see it surrounded…
In Diaspora, Greg Egan, the master of mind-blowing hardcore sci-fi that is more easily readable if you have undergraduate level training on physics or biology, tells us of a distant future where mankind’s tribes reconfigure their physical and psychical setup to explore new ecosystems, and alter their perception of the world. These diverging branches stop…
Picture the collection of delicate vibrations through which sound is transported across air as a nascent civilisation of golden-skinned homunculi toiling in barren lands, developing in a super-compressed evolutionary process a theory of the mind and language. Imagine this tiny civilisation advancing in parallel tracks, material progress manifest in trade, crafts, technology and floating cities…
The thunderous gods converge once more on the black mountain peak where their three acolytes have summoned them. Sheltering from the elements inside their robes, their top buttons fastened against the cold, the fraternity begin their ritualised attack the bare stone of the peak with a rhythmic frenzy, creating a pit of sound and fury….
Lordy have we got some serious incrediblenesss coming up for you over the next few weeks. Prepare thyselves – for 2011 already manifests itself as a phosphorescent conveyor belt into the celestial furnace of eternal listening pleasure. Regular readers may remember 20JFG’s brief handover to the Endless House Foundation at the end of last year. They regaled us with fictional real-life tales of…
At night we hear tanks rumbling across the village, towards the Western Front where what’s left of our army still resists. During the day, occupation patrols roam the streets smoking cigarettes, chatting in their harsh language and ogling the women. They took the headmaster away but we still go to school, the lessons unfold in…
Digits helped us close out 2009 and just over a year later they help us open 2011 with more gorgeously constructed pop music. Which also functions as ample proof that not all resurrections are bloody. Lost Dream is all minimal, reverb heavy, synth-pop. The echoes of handclaps circling and decaying as a skittish drum machine…