Is it safe to aspire to the motivation of a populace not via the very means of its own control but through a noble truth, a calling to something outside the macro economic dance that has assumed legitimacy over visionary discourse? Where once we were consciously motivated in our national labours by a tangible fear…
(And again) Whenever Philip K. Dick looked out of the window of his house in the suburbs, he saw an Eye in the Sky, unblinking, terrible. He toiled under its gaze, on paranoid symphonies to give the eye voice. 20jazzfunkgreats have it way easier, for they see a mouth, the mouth opens, its breath is…
Soft Metals cohorts Gold Zebra have done a pretty decent lap of the internets with Love, French, Better but we thought we’d do our best Marty McFly impression and hang on to the bumper of this passing bandwagon. One of the nice things about posting things on 20JFG before they’ve had a chance to be…
Much has been written about the disappearance of the Mayas. We have been doing a bit of research ourselves, and discovered the truth. They stole wormhole secrets from the ambassadors of an alien civilisation and, through them, became beings of light. They now live in a set of parallel universes stacked like a deck of…
(Artwork by Mike Mignola, of course). During their holiday trip to Tunguska, the good chaps at Extra Normal stumbled upon an abandoned bunker. Inside, ashtrays crammed with cigarettes, maps covered with meticulous Cyrillic scribbling, an arsenal of PPSH machine guns, silver munitions and, once sharp, now rotten stakes spread over a metal table. All carefully…
RVNG bless us once again with another instalment of their ever fascinating (and vowel phobic) FRKWYS series. This time they’ve assembled a synth dream team to revive the spirit of compositional collaboration straight outta The Theatre of Eternal Music. One of the many strands that compose 20JFG’s love of music made with synthesisers is its…
Once again, the hallowed medium of FanFiction proudly submits another triumphant submission to this derelict web museum that we call 20JFG. As everybody knows, TV’s silky smooth post-feminist essay ‘Sex and The City’ was enjoyed by women all over the world. However, a recent 20JFG survey uncovered that – contrary to official viewing figures –…
Last time we went sailing across the Adriatic after that sliver of Mediterranean Sun which according to the legends is the key to an Eternal Life, or a joy such that Death becomes but a flat tire in your trip somewhere awesome, we stumbled upon a glimmering maelstrom which made us think of Edgar Allan…
Dear 20JFG uncles, The school trip to Europe is being lots of fun, although sometimes I wish everyone would shut up and pay attention to the things around us, instead of each other. Say, we went to the museum in Paris the other way, and everyone was making lots of noise, and running around and…
Imagine the vastness of space. The stars, the nebula, the staggering distances covered by the elegant glide of galaxies. This is how we can measure what’s small. The European Space Agency’s Integral gamma-ray observatory floats serenely above us, a metallic proof of Kubrick’s waltz. It sits and absorbs, sending its results to the eager consumers…
Gallic dynamo-psychedelean shadow pigmy outfit The Dreams stalk parks, forests, woods and sparsely populated rural areas at night. They carry blowpipes loaded with darts containing a poison that produces epileptic seizures where the victims twitch on the floor while their astral selves slide into a voodoo netherworld of twisted paths and general nefariousness. What a…
(20JFG has been reading Space Opera stuff & checking out 50Watts. Everything in its right place then). Lonely Sea is a technological ballad projected into the galaxy and its hyper-spatial adjacent by a sentient drone marooned in a paradisiacal planetary resort, where it sings abandoned by its thrall, a military vessel commissioned for the Idiran…
After the previous evenings events his head was now much less confused. As if the neurons had been re-wired in such a way as to facilitate a lack of complication and worry. His entire body now felt directly plugged together. Each input or action facilitated an unquestioned re-action, and Stuart Lamour was much happier with this….
The Men are imbued with a sense of total acceleration that appeals lots to the hardcore/stoner/early Sonic Youth/focused Butthole Surfers/Wipers all the way/pre-pompous And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead sensibilities of the 20jazzfunkgreats collective. Imagine being the nastiest-ass bat in a swarm of nasty-ass bats chasing a flash cherry Corvette across…