As you know by now, uncle 20JFG likes to regularly dismantle this VR headset we call the entertainment industry, offering you an absurdist instruction manual on how not to wake up in a ditch wearing a Fratellis t-shirt, with 5 hours of your memory missing and a 2 Fast 2 Furious DVD in your back pocket (this actually happened to us once).
It concerns us to see people worrying about what they like, or worse, what think they should like. Marketing is powerful and it is clever, and in an immersive world where everything becomes a marketing concept quicker than your cynicism gland can react, it’s very easy to forget why we make and listen to music.
To cut through the crap you don’t need a PHd in Musicology. Every one of us is equipped with a nervous system. Every one of is equipped with a heart, and to know if you truly like something, you just have to look there. Because if the maker looked in the same place while doing so, you’ll find it in yours.
What gets 20JFG out of bed in the morning are these unique soul broadcasts. That indescribable combination of personal expression and atmosphere we know only as ‘the vibe’.
Few people understand this better than Beautiful Swimmers.
This has already been blogged by every blog and his dog, but we’re bringing it to you today not only because;
- It rules
- Teengirl Fantasy played a splendid show for us recently in Berlin
- Maxmillion Dunbar from Beautiful Swimmers also has a new unbloggable 12 out very soon, more on that in a sec.
- Oh, and the vinyl looks purdy on the blog. Yes, we are that shallow.
20JFG readers and those who moonwalk the blogosphere will be super familiar with the original, so no need for us to redraw their schematic of youthful euphoria. The Swimmers have done a much better job, refabricating it into a sequined rope bridge which stretches across a shimmering chasm of evanescent. As previously mentioned, Max D also has a new record out this month ‘Max Tracks for World Peace’ – with the track Ballroom contained therein being a 500 year love affair between Manuel Göttsching, Jean Luc Ponty and Speedy J – i.e. one of the most beautiful things we’ve ever heard.
The Teengirl Fantasy remix 12 is out right now on Hivern Discs. Maxmillion’s new solo effort ‘Max Tracks for World Peace’ is out next week on Future Times.
I once played this at a 10am at a party where everyone had taken Peyote. TOTAL POPLAR TELEPATHY VIBES.
This poor bugger got his lights snuffed out by terrible Teutonic booze hounds.
What vinyl platters could wake 20JFG prematurely from its cryogenic slumber in 2010? What repetitive beats could make its unconscious and partially thawed corpse shuffle towards the nearest dancefloor? What warm-hearted heaters could possibly defrost that heart of stone and illuminate that mind of disillusionment? What songs offered comfort when we were sat down and told that our plan to freeze ourselves in search of a better life in the future, had received some major setbacks? In the year that moved at 60 b.p.m, magic at higher tempos shone like the opening ceremony of the Ark of the Covenant.
Echoes of Mr. Fingers drift across prehistorical plains where the proto-wolves wait 10,000 years to devour us.
The soundtrack to Streets of Rage 2 as rerecorded by Shriekback whilst holidaying on Easter Island.
Prodigious astral boogie 1st heard in the pastel discotheque of Count Ramulus III, Lord of the Vapour Folk (the DJ wouldn’t tell us what it was but we sneaked a look at the label while he was in the toilet).
Humanity’s ongoing search for ‘The Future’ in electronic music was called off when it was discovered in the past.
A luscious trip into the humid rainforests of Selza-G where the indigenous folk speak only a percussive language based on distant Gamelan mythology.
This is what happened when you dropped the schematic for that trans-dimensional love-canon on your visit to the druid camp.
This is what happened when they worked out how to build it.
Planet Mu gave the Europe a 4-part lesson in how they do things in Juke-Town. From Ramellzian voyages into unchartered arrangements by the younger generation, to telepathic hyperspeed bangers from the seasoned vets – each part served to further bend our stiff upper lips and get that booty shaking like it was Mecha-Godzilla being throttled by King Kong.
Gary Wallace (Anthony Michael Hall) and his best friend, Wyatt Donnelly (Ilan Mitchell-Smith), are 15-year-old nerds with low social standing at their Shermer, Illinois high school. During a weekend at Wyatt’s house in which his parents are out of town they came up with ‘Hunt With a Cat’, the finest mechanoid basement-acid act in the land.
Between two stratosphere piercing peaks lies a valley shrouded in a synthetic mist: atmospheric and portentous. Still, no amount of scene setting can quite prepare you for the majesty of those two peaks. “Last song of the night”-of-the-year.
Pitch bended celestial ballroom music so good, just hearing the opening takes us five years into the future whereupon we chance on a dank basement club, hear the first few chords of Ice Cream and levitate.
One of many awesome transmissions from Indonesia this year via Space Recs. Kusuma opening in a baroque fashion with a mile long procession towards a dark and foreboding tower…before storming it in thunderous style.
The 20JFG specification document genre known as ‘Beatnik Beats’ was created especially for this blazed out intellectual battle of wits between Lil Louis and Artie Shaw.
The moment in Tron:Reloaded where Daft Punk finally remove those helmets to reveal thier unspeakable Teuthidian faces.
Delicate images from the insecure formation of techno preserved at a lower bpm for us to greater appreciate their beauty.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain, where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
This is what hell wants you to think it sounds like down there, so that you will spend your life robbing banks and not helping old ladies across the road.
This is what it felt like to be the LHC in the moments leading up to the first collision.
It has long been speculated that the observed periodic radial velocity pattern for the K giant Pollux might be explained in terms of an orbiting planetary companion. We have collected 80 high-resolution spectra for Pollux at Lick Observatory yielding precise radial velocities with a mean error of 3.8 m s<sup>-1</sup>, providing the most comprehensive and precise data set available for this star. Our data confirm the periodicity previously seen in the radial velocities. We derive a period of 589.7+/-3.5 days and, assuming a primary mass of 1.86 M<sub>solar</sub>, a minimum companion mass of 2.9+/-0.3M<sub>Jup</sub>, consistent with earlier determinations.
A 13 piece uniformed funk band named Cameo raided a Government building in 1984. Only 3 of them made it out alive, so they moved to Essex and renamed themselves Nitzer Ebb.
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 your right, over a sea simmering with a druggy pulse, invisible angels dress the langorous sun with velvet and lace, you walk in the middle, in a stairway to heaven.
1. SADE – KEEP HANGING ON (LIVE INSTRUMENTAL)
2. KONK – YOUR LIFE (WHAT U WANT)
3. SOFT ROCKS – BAGWAN BOOGIE
4. LOLA – WAX THE VAN (JON’S DUB)
5. N.Y. HOUSE’N AUTHORITY – APT 3A
6. PROTECT-U – PROTECTION
7. JUMP – FUNKATARIUM
8. MUTANT BEAT DANCE – IN A DAZE
9.THE WILLOW BAND – WILLOWMAN
10. 808 STATE – COMPULSION
11. ARNOLD JARVIS – TAKE SOME TIME OUT
12. THE UTOPIA PROJECT – FILE #1
13. OASIS – OASIS #1
14. BLUE FEATHER – LET’S FUNK TONIGHT
15. MIKE ANTHONY – WHY CAN’T WE LIVE TOGETHER
16. J.M. BLACK – LIPSTICK (SHOUT!) (INSTRUMENTAL)
17. LES AEROPLANES – ILS DISENT QUE L’ORIENT EST ROUGE
18. HUNEE – CUT DOWN TREES
19. ACE & THE SANDMAN – LET YOUR BODY TALK
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 civilisations, man-machine symbiosis and cosmic conflagrations.
But it also works the other way around- Cambric chases across primeval forests and audiences with steam-age polymaths have been known to occur. This time, your ageing 20jazzfunkgreats disco dancer finds solace in the blurred spot where genealogical lines of funk converge, nocturnal detonations of solar energy set ablaze a dark jungle of shaking bodies.
It’s that time of the year.
With Malvoeaux’ (alas, no webhome) stunning ‘Targets’ we leap across the time-line of modern dance music like a hedonistic Jesus strutting jauntily across Galilean waters-it’s all contained in the bouncy force of nature which is this song: power funk loops and proto-high energy Arthur Russell quotes, user-driven Chicago tribalism and discerning Parisian homage.
Slip it on, close your eyes and step into a hub of interconnected throbbing zones populated by the ghosts of dancers past, they do that thing with their shoulders, they do that thing with their hips, clicking in perfect synch like an unselfconscious metronome, discharge of pheromones and sweat that kinesthetically become shadows of sound boosting up the levels, the best club that ever existed explodes inside your head.
The song finishes but its rumbling still echoes, a dormant pulse indicating your affiliation to a secret army, forever seeking the next collective high.
If above we stared into the face of the dance deity and were blinded by its searing eyes, now we descend into a basement where slow motion strobes of peach and steel reveal a zoetrope of gorgeous bodies frozen in statuesque poses of worship, longing and abstraction.
Beautiful Swimmers’ ‘Big Coast’ is the code after which this exhibition was curated- an armature of old-skool Afrocyborg paraphernalia accurately punctuated by channel hopping handclaps, the twist lies in the tempo: where one would have expected electroid induction, it is Jamaican rocking that ensues. Physical blur segues into sonic echo, our evasive dance across a ivory spiderweb reaches fever pitch within codeine parameters, capture and sacrifice to the voodoo loa whose symbols decorate the walls is unavoidable, and wilfully embraced.
Big Coast is included in Beautiful Swimmer’s new 12, out in Future Times. We will be regaling you with a mixtape they have prepared this Saturday or the next. Watch this space.
It might be a coincidence, but O Yea by Beautiful Swimmers, one of the best tunes I’ve heard this year so far, seems to sit somewhere in between similarly named classics by two of our idols, i.e. Can and Daft Punk, discipline and swing laced together in one cracker of a jam that will be storming a dancefloor near you real soon. Imagine Gang Gang Dance were into minimal techno, or Nitzer Ebb had put together the soundtrack for a Carpenter flick, or the Knife if they came from the tropics instead of the tundra, and you are sort of there but not quite, because one can throw references against the wall and see if they stick, it doesn’t matter with a jam like this as it crashes through them like tribal juggernaut all hunger and fury, do bring it on.
Buy the 12 from Future times, and enjoy the video by Aurora Halal & Ashiq Khondker, whaaaat.
Cheers to Damon from Mi Ami for the tip. Mi Ami will be playing in Brighton at the Greenhouse Effect this Thursday and in London at the Upset the Rhythm show in the Lexington on Friday. We shall be attending both shows, and DJing at the latter. Don’t miss out.
I.U.D. comprises Lizzy Bougatsos off Gang Gang Dance and Sadie Laska from Growing, these are two of our favourite bands so, as you would expect, the outcome which is ‘the Proper Sex‘, just released by always reliable purveyors of total amaze The Social Registry is pretty fucking great. The tune that kicks off the album, ‘Daddy’ is but an example- it sounds like Roxanne Shante if the originators of hip hop had listened to more Throbbing Gristle and less Kraftwerk (hold on, that’s the Death Comet Crew) , or Liars covering Uptown Ranking i.e. warbled ska for leisurely operations of dance and demolition., we love it.