An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Digits.
We helped Digits kick off his In the City of the Dead album/story back in October. The idea being that he’s crafted an exploitation synth-soundtrack for his apocalyptic tale of J, musician/journalist/chronicler of this blasted world. Here he is, back with the final track from the album: a tough but plaintive epilogue. Epilogue: The Survivor…
We’ve written about Digits a fair bit over the years, and we’re about to do so again. His glacial-RnB — and occasionally synth-pop bothering — feels like it’s tape traded, awkward bedroom pop, if the internet had done it. Which we like the idea of. He’s now embarked on a quixotic (or Stevens-esque?) project: releasing…
This is what’s classed as upbeat on 20JFG these days. You’d never think we lived through Nu-Rave. We blame the Eurocalypse. Digits do genuinely lift up our week with another EP of material that marry Alt’s incongruously sweet vocal to some minimal RnB. The track we’ve cruelly separated from its brothers and posted below might…
It’s been a quiet week at 20JFG with just one of us (barely) minding the shop. Normal service will no doubt resume next week. After we’ve gorged on chocolate of course… Prior to our resurrection next week we’d like to bring to your attention a recent collaboration (as much as a remix is ever a…
We’ve long championed Digits’ appropriation of various dancefloors in service of his hushed pop. A whispering sound from the ether that swirled around Arthur Russell back in his folk fuelled days. Digits’ latest feels familiarly strange in the way that Water Borders did on first listen. Brought up in a pre-internet land the idea that…
We’re once again graced by Digits‘ presence, rolling up Lost Dream (which we posted earlier this year) with new tracks and a remix to form the Lost Dream EP. One of the new tracks is Pale Green Morning, a haunting early House jam, replete with Alt’s soul-flecked vocal. A trip through a night-history that escapes…
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…
The beast that is 20JFG has always had one head with an abnormal taste for that which its other heads should conventional abhor. Yet the 20JFGbeast cares not for convention. And so it is then that we continue this end of year round up with a survey of that which could or most definitely should…