Category Archives: Cold Pumas

Clamorous Labour

Featuring : Cold Pumas

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.

Deep now within the pit — the wind finding an acoustically pleasing home — the three hooded figure begin constructing their anti-Euclidean temple.  Beautiful pillars shaped from the distorted lines of millennia of sediment.  And then they sing, which was unexpected given the chanting is usually obscured by their clamorous labour.  And lo, it was good.

A reassuringly pounding entry into 2011, Cold Pumas return is furnished with the same speeding metronomic abandon that made last year’s Jela so beloved among its cultists.  Reverb drenched guitar peaks now find themselves mixed with half recognised post-punk riffs but, more significantly, the vocals that were once subservient to the thunderous machine of guitar and drums now glide up through the mix and, in a glorious twist, end the track in a ghostly Galaxy 500 reverie.  Stunning.  And this is the B-side!

Cold Pumas – Dawn Lobby

Dawn Lobby is taken from Cold Pumas upcoming 7″ on Volar records.

Limb by Limb

Featuring : Cold Pumas + Drum Eyes

The sonic adventurousness of the patriarchs of the German progressive enlightenment did as you well know inform the subsequent outbursts of bile and clockwork percussiveness of the British post punk commune revolting against the advent of the Lady of Darkness, may our new leaders be as evil so that we can reap the rewards of such an energetic musical response!

The protean miniatures of Karlheinz Stockhausen did branch in the directions specified above, yet they were also spread like avant garde butter over chasms of silence to create the paradoxical loops of progressive repetition of the modern minimal composition odyssey.

I have the pleasure of being acquainted with the trio of gentlemen that make Cold Pumas, yet I wouldn’t want to make any assumptions about the burning drive which underpins their abstract hardcore escapades, or the influences on which these are built. What I can say though is that, in their thrusting vector crash the metronomic beat of our teutonic totems, and the finely sliced musical layers that our cerebral explorers stacked. What one gets is a life-affirming rhythm where the drop replaces the raga, to achieve the same effects as modern dance music.

The above was written in a style which attempted to reverse the energy of Cold Pumas’ Party Drip while listening to it in repeat. Hardest thing I’ve done this year.

Cold Pumas- Party Drip

Included in their latest wonderfully coloured 7” in Upset the Rhythm.

I would not dare delving into the creative maelstrom in which the nervous & intellectual system of renowned 8-bit maestro Shige Scotch Egg swirls, lest I end forever trapped there like the dainty cat driven insane by the excrescences of a Lovecraftian nightmare, perhaps as inscribed by the chaotic hand of one Brian Chippendale. Alas, that’s my loss and also a reason to fortify my spirit for the ultimate onslaught. Because as you should know, Shige is the orchestrator of Drum Eyes, and Drum Eyes’ new album, ‘Gira Gira’ will be released in July by Upset the Rhythm, who else?

Future Police arrives from there, and in a serendipituous way connects to the discussion which we began on the topic of Cold Pumas. Because as you know the seeds of the syncopated tree that Karlheinz Stockhausen planted also grew into the Bauhaus geometry of Kraftwerk’s edifice, the first- and some would say ultimate- opus of engineered emotion.

And if it isn’t Kraftwerk which animates the opening of Future Police, then, by jove, I don’t know what does! From there it crawls and twists like a pixelated hound straight off an exploitation flick, or one of the horned deities at the foot of which the little Keith Haringesque Darwinians would struggle if their realm has been compiled in a satellite orbiting the vicinity of a black hole at the outermost confines of the Unthinking Depth.

That’s enough nerd paraphernalia for you to grapple with now, because right now, I’m off.

Drum Eyes- Future Police

And here you have the première video from Trash Kit’s cadets, which we posted a little while ago. Cadets is included in their self-titled album. Baseball furies vs Bow Wow Wow jaunty jangles? We’re so there.

Shake & Punk

Featuring : Cold Pumas + Trash Kit

In the No Wave book by Thurston Moore and Byron Coley, there is a photo of Glenn Branca and the dudes from Liquid Liquid trying to squeeze into a rickety lift and up to a house-party in some controlled rent loft in Manhattan circa 1979. This is what happens after:

Skinny hip urchins as they are, their weight is too much for this relic from the post-war times to carry, electric forces are summoned from the motor and through a taut wire which pulls upwards, stops, keeps pulling, stops again in between floors, picture the  master of the exalted drone vortex crammed against a streetgang of African Riddim kids, the creaking of the wire echoes in the elevator shaft, one heartbeat, *snap*

And down plunges the box with a rain of sparkles on its wake, like a Soviet bloc-manufactured delorean, inside the wormhole somewhere in between claustrophobic frustration and a legendary tragedy, and out…

…into a Brighton basement two months ago or less, where some crazy kids are contorting to Cold Pumas’ metronomic dance grind. Branca wipes some dust off his shoulders and lights up a cigarette with a smile of approval, the future is going to be all right.

I was there, I saw it.

Cold Pumas- Tropical Guilt

Tropical Guilt is included in a Paradise Vendor/Italian Beach Babes comp which comes out on the 1st of March. It includes songs by Teen Sheiks, La La Vasquez, Male Bonding, Fair Ohs, Graffiti Island and Plug amongst others. It is the perfect snapshot of everything that is cool and right with the new DIY wave of whatever DIY wave scene which Alan McGee was ranting about in the Guardian the other day. I already pre-ordered mine, and so should you.

Trash Kit are the last addition to the collection of wonders hanging from the walls of the pristine museum of good stuff past which a pegasus of beautiful purpose gallops, destination Epsilon. Gotta love Upset the Rhythm.

Theirs is a cure for the teenage blues. This jangly romp compresses time so that 2 minutes fit everything that is unselfconsciously cool about post-punk music- Pulsallama’s percussive mayhem and the Modettes’ explosion of unbridled joy, UT’s sassy rough around the edges soul and Red Transistor’s rodeo gallop, all of these are stitched together with invisible seams in a demonstration of verve and skill that can’t be learned at school, you either have it or you don’t. Trash Kit most definitely do.

Trash Kit- Cadets

Cadets is included in their self/titled album, which shall come out in March.

The Last Hunter


Knights of Vipco struts through its martial streets, the red dawn poking through unforgiving edifices.  Unpeturbed by the increasing use of dutch angles to track it’s progress and oblivious to the Bernard Herman Noir-horms that encircle it like sirens…it rounds a corner and runs straight into the pulsating Old God of euphoric 8-bit title music.  At which point 20JFG falls head over heels in love.

Bronnt Industries Kapital – Knights of Vipco

Bronnt Industries Kapital is Guy Bartell’s  post-millennial outlet for much wonderful music.  Not least a bespoke score for the proto-exploitation silent Haxan.  He’s also got a remix on the same ΤΗΞ LΔΖΣ 12″ as the previously posted Steve Moore.  This track is from his latest album Hard For Justice which you can buy here.


Factory Floor seem to have been on an endless mutation for the last few years, now settled on the rigid form of a three piece, they still exist in the same world of battered This Heat reissues and reverb made of concrete and rust.  Only now, with the addition of Suicide covering Nik Void they’ve been infused with the totemic heart of Neubaten and the feet of Berghain‘s throbbing hordes.

Anyone who was lucky to see them confound and beguile during their summer outing with The Horrors, or catch their Offset show, will have some sense of just how gloriously brutal this all is live.  Not for them some imperfect attempt to wrench techno into a bastard live form.  These are rhythmic hymns in the church of pagan machine gods.  Vicious, cold, beautiful.

If you’re wondering when to start praying: it’s at 1:47.

Factory Floor – Lying


Bonus video of the day is for Cold Pumas’ Jela.  The first release on Hungry For Power, the label some of 20JFG run (we may have mentioned this).  Keeping it in the family, one of your 20JFGers directed/shot/edited this too.

Cold Pumas – Jela from Dan Nixon on Vimeo.


Friday bonus event!  One or more of your 20JFG may well be glimpsed in the darkness at the ever excellent Cocadisco this Saturday.  But don’t let put you off.

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Featuring : Brassica, Cold Pumas + DJ Murlo


Exciting times lie ahead for members of this fair MP3-zine. Along with our cohorts in 13monsters we’re on the verge of launching our new record label: Hungry For Power.

Our first release comes straight from the howling shores of Brighton beach where remorseless waves of guitars crash ceaselessly against the yelping pebbles. We first saw Cold Pumas support Ponytail in March (the 6th gig they ever played) and were smitten. Their support slot with Mi Ami (their 8th gig) saw consensus reached and plans made. And so here we are, with artwork by the esteemed Mr James Hines and remixes by débutante Murlo and 20JFG fave Brassica.


Jela opens the 12″ with it’s velvet gloved metronomic beat hurtling along hand in hand with a delirious wail of guitars. Vocals appear all around, loud but indistinct, like a hazy blood ritual seen through the drugged eyes of it’s victim. Then it shifts again. Anchored by the eternal kickdrum, we’re off to Suicide out of control at 45rpm supporting Glen Branca as the drum flings us aside once more until we ascend and allow the whole thing to come to a cacophonous close. This is ‘the hit’.

Jela has been blogged many times before (because it’s great!) including here, here and here but I think in this case we’ll make an exception to the usual policy of ‘first’ and post it again…

Cold Pumas – Jela


Brassica’s remix closes the 12″ with a giallo synth flourish. Taking on the other Cold Puma track on the A-side, A Tempting Haunt, Brassica bends the track’s sad refrain into a John Carpenter fever dream. A theme tune to dimensional rips and nameless horrors witnessed by muscular existential heroes contemplating the end of empire. Italo left to grow feral in the abandoned discotheques of an eastern European industrial quarter. Ghostly warnings lost in static.

Cold Pumas – A Tempting Haunt (Brassica remix)

The Cold Pumas 12″ will be available at select UK record stores from Monday (5/9/09) as well as from the Hungry For Power webstore.

As a bonus we’ve discounted the pre-order until Sunday at midnight (4/9/09). We’ll also be shipping internationally from the webstore so that should just about cover everyone.