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Best of 2011, part III: Get fit with 20jfg

Whether your with Dunbar on music and dance evolving as mass social grooming, Darwin and his strutting peacock, or feel dancing and music is tickling the brain in ways nature cannot, dancing is a part of our humanity and has been for a very long time. 2011 was a good time for music you could dance too…


Lindstrøm : De Javu When you play a Lindstrom track in your dj set its always difficult to follow. It’s normally difficult to know what to play it after too becuase, lets face it, no one else makes records that sound like this. The new album Six Cups Of Rebel is out on Small Town Supersound in February.

Lindstrøm – De Javu

Buy : De Javu


James Fox: New Jack Swing James Fox laces pristine mid-tempo dance with some silky new jack swing vibes, projecting us inside an utopia of white and honey which is to mainstream house music what romance is to porn.

We are believers in the possibility of a non-fucked up after-hours club where the tribes congregate to squeeze the last ounce of physical sweetness of the ephemeral night, rather than gurn their way into infinity. If that place exists, this is its theme tune.

James Fox – New Jack Swing

Buy: New Jack Swing


SebastiAn: Love In Motion Feat. Mayer Hawthrone
  More Stones Throw related goodness by way of the loudest Banger on Ed’s roster pitching Patrick Cowley’s Lift Off Down to an unmistakably Purple Oneesqu slowed clap groove.

SebastiAn – Love In Motion Feat. Mayer Hawthrone

Buy : Love in motion


Machinedrum: Come1  Riding last year’s bubbling up of Juke and snapping it into a piano-house ghost-ballad workout.  With an opening the hits right in the feet and then proceeds to gently let up over the next six minutes Come1 is the reverse of most dancefloor equations.  Drawing you in with it’s hedonistic intensity from the off then taking you on a tour of its sorrow.

The whole album’s a near effortless reminder of how good dance albums can be.  building upon a Footwerk foundation to deliver everything from a dancefloor Boards of Canada (Now U Know Tha Deal 4 Real) to one of the most cathartically maudlin pieces of music this year in Lay Me Down (which has the audacity to not actually be the last track on the album).

Machinedrum – Come1

Buy: Room(s)


Graphics: Adjectival E Well Rounded are quickly and efficiently becoming a treasure of the Brighton Vs. Hove demilitarised zone.  Graphics is the second release on offshoot, Well Rounded Individuals and is a towering example of Fractured British Dance Music.  A sliced vocal looped and buried under fabric-thin waves of synth washes haunts the intricate drum programming and sweeping siren-calls that interleave and enchant.  Which is not to say it’s adverse to a break and a surging refrain, that’d be silly.

Graphics – ‘Adjectival E’

Buy: Adjectival E / OK Rainbow


Den Haan: Gods From Outer Space Bandying “macho disco” around like leather, sweat, and guitar riffs were about to go out of fashion Gods From Outer Space is probably more fun that you can actually ever have in a club, but with this as your soundtrack it would be impossible not to try.

Den Haan – Gods From Outer Space

Buy: Gods From Outer Space


D/R/U/G/S: Connected Connected doesn’t waste much time bringing its snippets of Techno and House to bear on the floor.  Far too much has been written about ghostly reconfigurations of former genre glories and the pillars that this stands upon are amply described by the track itself in the opening minute and a half.  Exercising aCraig-ian approach to the build, the drop finally arrives and the euphoria is suitably unleashed.  Not ones to paddle in the pool of anti-intellectual hedonism, 20JFG are satiated by the wiring machine ballet that seems to underpin the ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE HANDS IN THE AIR PIANO HOUSE that forms the back end of the track.


Buy: Connected


Magic Touch: I can Feel the Heat  Imagine a unicorn leaping out of an original pre-hipster/Urban Outfitters post-everything appropriation 1980s t-shirt, into a rainbow pond of everything that’s awesome about disco music, and out again into the garden of eternal delights that lies beyond, where it dries itself with an almighty shake, droplets of joy splattering all over in a kaleidoscopic rain which is photographed with minimum exposure, the ensuing images (or their emotional equivalent) are then pressed on vinyl for the whole world to dance to.

Magic Touch – I can Feel the Heat

Buy: I can Feel the Heat


Ital: Ital’s Theme Ital soundtracks the muscular leaving party for a space marine squadron. A glimpse out of battered portholes onto the uniquely specular beauty of crystalline asteroids, for a moment…before the pounding of the room draws their attention back to the dancefloor with a heaving, looping ecstatic roll of wave after wave of 23rd century Italo instrumentals.

Ital – One Hit

Buy: Ital’s theme


Death in Vegas: Trans-Love Energies Richard Fearless returned with a 7+ minute track referencing the soundtrack to New York’s The Loft and the UK Acid House scene featuring the considerable vocal talents of Katie Stelmanis of Austra, and we couldn’t stop playing it. The only thing that could have made it better would have been a 30min extended remix. The rest of the album wasn’t bad either.

Death in Vegas – Your Loft My Acid

Buy : Trans-love Energies


Austra : Beat and the Pulse EP This Domino records early 2011 release of haunted industrial folk has, deservedly, has stayed with us all year.

Austra – Beat And The Pulse (Extended Version)

Buy : Beat and The Pulse


Hans Tanza: An Audience with Hans Tanza Nutjob consultant extraordinaire Hans Tanza convenes a board meetingto discuss the quarterly impacts of psy-trance flotations on the  futures market of electro-acoustic academia circa 1976

Hans Tanza – The Insight Generator

Buy: An Audience with Hans Tanza


Mi Ami: Dolphins EP Mi Ami’s vessel plunges through a forest of cyclopean futurist hulks, its distorting, tape-bent beats pounding off the walls.  High above Gavin Russom watches from a former car insurance office (now sans walls) and smiles to himself in the knowledge that there are others.  Glancing upwards for a moment he catches the forms of Derrick May and Carl Craig huddling around a fire, lit on an equally exposed floor of an old financial institution. Down below the vessel nears the source of the sound as light cascades from the rising sun.  Hundreds of people throb around a fire giving thanks to those who came before, those who provided us with such riches.  A badly painted cloth hangs from an old piece of corporate art and reads: ‘Things should be made anew before they are destroyed again.’

Mi Ami – Sunrise

Buy: Dolphins


Virgo: Resurrection (reissue) To call this life-changing is no exaggeration. Imagine the most intimate moment of ‘It’s You’ by ESP’ time stretched across a 3 hour movie about Jamie Principle floating on the ethereal plane and perhaps you’re getting there.

Virgo Four – The Mop

Buy: Ressurrection


Daphni: JIAOLONG001 While we found Caribou’s recent album to be not as up our street as the previous few we did very much enjoy the Daphni remix project which re-visited the gratuitous psychedelic elements we loved about Caribou’s sound.

Cos-Ber-Zam – Ne Noya (Daphni Mix)



Wheez-ie: All Werked Up EP Texan Juke desperado Wheez-ie’s  veers between hardcore footwork punishment and futuristic heartbreak – ‘Leave her Alone’ hovers above the battlefield like the X-Men’s Storm, convening from the summer skies a purple hurricane of emotion at whose eye spins a silver music box delicate ballerina.

Wheez-ie – Leave Her Alone

Buy: All Werked Up


Xander Harris: I want more than Just Blood/Urban Gothic If you like your drum programming hand built from the Dopplereffekt textbook of absolute rigidity,  and your synth lines played straight from the pained claws of The Phantom of Paradise, then Xander Harris is the pick for you.

Xander Harris – I Want More Than Blood (High Heels Remix)

Buy: Urban Gothic/I want more than Just Blood (sold out)


Innergaze: Shadow Disco Innergaze take us in a strut through a parallel land where mirrors, glitter and dances are the holy sacraments of a mainstream religion whose father  is Liquid Liquid (on a dubby bender), the son is Daniel Wang and the holy spirit Arthur Russell. On its journey it collects a thousand scuzz tropes and redistributes them across a skeletal groove so lazy, it makes E.S.G sound like a clinical minimal techno project devised by the appointed keepers of metronomic purity. Spectral hedonism, that’s our new calling.

Innergaze – Shadow Disco

Buy: Shadow Disco.


Factory Floor: Various 12’’ Factory Floor strip dance music down to its bare components, and configure them with the grim nonchalance of a murder squad retained by the black ops soviet. Synth loops blast like machine language glyphs straight off Nitzer Ebb’s and Front 242 body music usage dictionary.  The motorik beats read like input-output flows in a 5 year programme of industrial production that measures results in terms of sweat. The shards of distortion are cruelly designed to produce collateral damage, demoralization and mass surrender.

Factory Floor – Lying (Chris Carter Remix)

And then there’s this…


Buy: Blast First 12; Two Different Ways.


Zomby: Dedication Zomby  buries us in a frozen dead ocean, where we float surrounded by a constellation of discrete music molecules floating in stasis. They recall the past (massively compressed Jarre, blocks of primary colour which are the slices of a Jan Hammer gradient) but aren’t it. Rather, evolved echoes, nano-designed DNA blueprints for a future fauna of Cupertino Panthers and fractal wing dragonflies.

Zomby – Mozaik

Buy: Dedication


Lumpen Nobleman: Grusha Lumpen Nobleman’s (no link, alas) is all about the deepness, the abyssal and the sub-dermal, ochre drones awesome like the ornate dome of a defiled Orthodox monastery breaking through the mist, grim commandoes in ghillie suits pulling their best Snake moves up the snowy hill, an inhuman metronome ticks away at the heart of the ruins, counting down the time left for the start of the paranormal firefight.

Lumpen Nobleman – Scaling the Yablonois

Buy: Grusha..


FWY: Ventura EP We continue our love affair with Edmund Xavier and his FWY’s trucker techno-gamelan escapades. Watch out for the title track’s superb melancholy drone, like Cormac McCarthy’s existential cowboy gazing into a neuromantic dead-channel sky, a moment before stepping past the borderline.

FWY – Ventura FWY


The Passenger: \_| The Passenger’s \_|  combines Armando’s optimistic bass rumbling, Orbital’s playful chimes, Wendy Carlos binary fairy-telling and the sort of acid riffs that Plastikman would have come up with if he had been commissioned to update Maurice Sendak’s bibliography, in collaboration with Paper Rad.

The Passenger – Entitled One

Buy: \_|


Pye Corner Audio: Black Mill Tapes Vol.2. The first post witch house record? Made by someone who probably never heard of witch house? Slow techno and radiophonic electronic passed through a hauntology filter to create one hell of an immersive experience. Why this isn’t on everyone’s albums of the year list is mystifying.

Pye Corner Audio – Electronic Rhythm Number Seven

Buy : Black Mill Tapes Vol.2.


Holidays in the black hit of space

Forget our own globe. Every cat knows the outer rim is where its at this cycle…


Troubled by what is the must visit holiday destination and aural accompaniment to your trip this year? Worry no further and let Televisions finest people who know about stars and stuff reveal all!

Brian Edward Cox, OBE

Physicist & CERN member Brian Cox is best know for TV shows such as :

  • Wonders of the Solar Systemmagnificent CGI galaxy tour of our nearest and dearest
  • Stargazing LIVEspringwatch with inanimate objects
  • Dancing with the starsminor celebs are blasted into deep space to meet a fiery ending in the embrace of a burning gas ball in nothing more then a fake tan & very tight sequined pants.

Brian’s favorite holiday location this year is Saturn’s sub-zero nitrogen atmosphered moon Titan aka Saturn VI, where he works in the Butlins holiday center showbar performing two shows a night of Iron Butterfly & Vangelis medalies. We have to agree with Brian on that Titan, with it’s glorious liquid methane or ethane lakes and seas, and picturesque views of Saturn would be difficult to miss out on any galactic cruise your taking this year.

Brian is also the keyboard player in the well know Tony Blaire emperor’s march soundtracking D:ream , the rather less well known Def Leppard meets Richard Marx’s hair rockers Dare, and long suffering keyboard player  and captain of lockheed starfighters for fellow Space is Deep enthusiast Robert ‘Bob’ Calvert. When Brian isn’t comparing plushy Quarks with Robert he enjoys nothing better than a game of pin the sting on the diverging reality.
Robert Calvert – The Right Stuff

Brian is currently appearing in a comedy radio show with Alan Moore.*


Russell Grant

Russell Grant is an astrologer who (like all astrologers) makes up more lies than we do and is famous for generating large sums of money for a load of hocus pocus. A bit like organised religion, but without the moralising shite. edit: He also has a vigilant International Sales & Marketing Director called Kevin J Parker who either avidly reads this blog or has a Google alert set up. Hi Kevin!

Although initially entertaining we do not endorse laughing at afflicted people who believe in Astrology/Pixies/Psychics/Gods/Unicorns/Gnomes or other junk.

If you are going to pick some kind of belief system for control of others based on the fears and gullibility of your audience the wizard of xxjfg would like to recommend you go with one or a pick and mix of the following –

  • eating peoples brains to gain their strength (specifically astrologers).
  • a huge element of WTF by L. Ron Hubbard.
  • ancient may pole loving real ale drinking morris dancing faith with bells on.
  • the old gods whom we dare not call in name and will smite you down if you every betray them (popular amongst steam punkers).
  • humans were genetically modified by gods from outer space.

Den Haan – Gods From Outer Space

Student of von Däniken, Den Haan‘s rather amazing album Gods From Outer Space is available now on itunes, with vinyl soon. Den Hann has nothing to do with Russel Grant as far as we know. But lets not waste any more time on these pseudo-science weirdoes, for some real knowledge lets go straight to a bonafide scientist who knows some proper stuff about the stars.


Sir Patrick Alfred Caldwell-Moore, CBE, HonFRS, FRAS

Now we are talking!

Long serving Astronomer, Gamesmaster, monocle wearer, Flat Earth Society member, xylophone player extraordinaire and Time Lord Patrick Moore is best known for the BBC television series he has presented since the 1950’s – The Sky at Night.

Patrick’s favorite holiday location is the red supergiant Antares. With it’s guaranteed warm weather, view of orbiting star Antares B, wonderful national anthem sung by Lieutenant Uhurah and lack of habitants in the vicinity (according to the Frontier: Elite II ) it’s a great place to get away from it all and unwind.

Patricks’s well publicised love trio with twin haired Anita Dobson and Brian May led to their musical collaboration on the ‘not actually the original theme tune’ track Star Fleet. Due to an late night ‘Sorry Brian, I thought you were Anita’ incident Patrick’s magnificent Xylophone solo was replaced on the Star Fleet ‘not actually the original theme tune’ track by untalented guitar wanking just in it for the money chancer Eddie Van Halen.

Patrick’s early musical career flourished after working on the Stanley Kubrick/Arthur C Clarke 2001: A Space Odyssey soundtrack and marrying Walter Carlos. Patrick was also fond of showing off his enormous telescope to Daphne Oram in a broom cupped at the BBC he later discover to be the BBC Radiophonic Workshop Headquarters. It was during one of these late night broom cupped sessions that Patrick contributed to the Pye Corner Audio Transcription Services recording we share with you today.

Pye Corner Audio Transcription Services – We Have Visitors

Patrick unfortunately declined into alcoholism, became a member of the anti-immigration/eurosceptic/racists New Britain party, is now a member of the anti-immigration/eurosceptic/racists Conservative party and has married Davros in the mistaken belief he was marrying Stephen Hawking . The couple live happily together in their Skaro orbiting spacestation with two cats and a hord of genetically manipulated mutants who may one day turn against their unsuspecting masters.

Pye Corner Audio Transcription Services Black Mill Tapes Vol.1 is out available from, with Vol.2 coming soon.


Carl Edward Sagan

Carl is a cosmologist, unit of measurement, dope smoking advocate, believer in aliens, god and internet singing sensation. Carl is best known for his totally awesome series Cosmos: A Personal Voyage. Although virtually unknown (except by geeks) in the UK he has recently become a real Dawkins internet meme due to the syphonyofscience Cher inspired autochoon videos.

Carl’s favorite holiday location is the small s-type asteroid belt, 2709 Sagan. The stony composition (thanks wikipedia!) makes for a good hard surface to watch UFO’s from any time of year, and is originally said to have been part of planet Vogan which was destroyed at vast cost by the apparently poverty stricken Brighton & Hove city council after they mistook it for a cycle path.

(a member of brighton & hove city councils ruling conservative party – unavailable for comment/replying to emails sent by members of the public they are meant to represent)

When not scaring Isaac Asimov with his intellect Carl liked to kick back on his rock in space, wait for the aliens to arrive and listen to Sudanese music remixed by one half of Swedish brother and sister duos – which is rather specific, and in fact we could only find one tune from 2010 to match the specification.

Emmanuel Jal – Kuar  (Olof Dreijer Remix)

We could listen to this “billions and billions” of times, but as it is we have a bunch of Television naturalist to interview about their pets and pet sounds for the next edition.

Peace out, space is the place, watch the skies and who said scientist don’t know how to party?

It wasn’t a nightmare


I can’t write this because I have no fingers. I have trouble thinking too. Words and images are like pollen floating in the wistful wind, I try to pick them up but it is hard. I have no fingers. But I think about how it all was before everyone went sick. I think about how I used to hate rush hour, and about all the stress at work, and about adverts in TV. I think about all the bad things, whenever I think about the bad things of before, it feels as if I had lived in paradise and I had been condemned to hell. Things have changed. I am always hungry now. I never sleep. I roam the streets, looking for food, avoiding my reflection in the shattered windows that hang from the shells of charred shops.

But whenever I see another one I know, I know what I look like. Rotten wet skin seeping with black fluids the body shouldn’t be able to produce, a wasteland of flesh even the most putrid worm wouldn’t dare to inhabit. The body, ah, the body, I guess I am talking about a living body. But I think I am dead.

The whole world is covered in a big cloud, it is as there was an eternal fire burning, smoke everywhere, and in the midst of the smoke the shapes of those like me, roaming the concrete streets, silent or worse, and from time to time, a flash of lightning, red and yellow and pink, food, food running across the street at a speed I can’t hope to achieve, food. What I wouldn’t do for food. Sometimes I grasp one of those thoughts floating like pollen in the wind, trap it inside in my maimed hands which I open slowly, and stare, a memory of the smiling face of my children. And I wonder, if they were food, wouldn’t I take a bite of their tender flesh? The only thing that might keep me from doing it is the fear they would come back, be like me, see me in the same way I see the others.

But food bites back. Food scares me. That’s why I hide in dark spots, inside the shells of charred shops, and wait, and hope that one of them will show up in the middle of the night looking for food, like I look for food. Approach it from behind, silent or worse, as it scrambles across the shambles of former shelves, approach it as silent as I can be. And when that blinding light which is food, swirling red and yellow and pink contained by a shape that doesn’t stumble or crawl or limp as it looks for food is close enough, I bite.

Because I don’t have fingers, but God knows I have teeth.

Dieter Moebius-Rast

Because Black Dice are nothing but a Brutal reconstruction of Kosmische. And we love them for that. Get this in Dieter MoebiusKram.


The confounded noise. Their idle scrapings of my beloved furniture. The screams and moans and laughter and tearful pleading. The banging of my irreplaceable antique oak doors against my bruised frames. Damn them and their claims to occupy my halls. Damn them.

I look out onto the bay from a low cliff, awoken by the moon and it’s lazy double in the water. My ‘guests’ are sleeping their uneasy sleep under my soft linen. Their taunt young skin glistening with sweat. Their personal night terrors distorting their desires. They’ll blame me of course. Eventually.

They wake at such inconvenient times. Their tolerance for the purgatorial nightmares exhausted, they prowl my halls in search of sounds and visions. No doubt a ruse to encounter each other, half clothed and dazed. Disarmingly mixing their exploitative attraction with the stench of death surrounding them. For all the myriad sights glimpsed from my grand windows over the centuries, it is this scene, within my darkest corridors, that remains unchanged.

Eviction is always awkward. They struggle. There emerges a leader of sorts: stubborn, righteous, possessed of an unerring sense of entitlement. I have no control over this. My body reacts as theirs does, fighting off the invading cells until the whole is cleansed and order returns. This leaves me ill for a while, full of puss and bile, their noise and thrashing a temporary thing to be endured. Order always returns yet my halls are a little more worn, my beds more soft, my precious antique doors less sure on their hinges. Yet I endure on this cliff top, my forbidding stone secretly dreading the next party of curious ‘kids’.


This has been posted a bunch of times in other internet places but we ♥ Den Haan so here we go, piling on…

Matt and Gardi bring their fully fledge adoration of Italo and Hi-NRG to bear on this arpegiated nautical epic. The Herman Melvilles of glittering hyper-camp deliver a Sean-Connery-In-The-Navy disco warhead to the heart of a flooded Baltic disco. Vincent Price organs, a male choir and a hyperactive code machine (disguised as a synth) crash the party half way through and blow all the ballast tanks sending the whole thing towards the stars. Ace.

Den Haan – Russian Boat Commander

You can get this along with Heist on Den Haan’s latest 12″ out at the end of November.  More info here.

We hope you’ve enjoyed our Hallowe’en perspectives.  If you’d like to hear them your humble scribes are journeying out into the night this weekend…

On Friday:

cannibal Karma

at Al Duomo
7 Pavilion Buildings, off North Street, Brighton.

Juan (20jazzfunkgreats)
Dave Liteyear
Barry the Van (Prostitutes & Policemen)
Ed Lilo (Ghost Ryde)
Murlo (Angry Dance Party)

More info here

Then on Saturday one of us will be in Stockholm:


More info on that here (if you speak Swedish).

And if in NYC on Saturday; halloween times For The Death, say hi to Hugo from us!