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20jazzfunkgreats best of 2010: Step Up

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.


2 Dogs In a House – Scream in the Night (posted 25th June)

Echoes of Mr. Fingers drift across prehistorical plains where the proto-wolves wait 10,000 years to devour us.


Beautiful Swimmers – Big Coast (posted July 5th)

The soundtrack to Streets of Rage 2 as rerecorded by Shriekback whilst holidaying on Easter Island.


Brassica – New Jam City (posted August 26th)

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).


Charanjit Singh – Raga Megh Malhar (posted March 31st)

Humanity’s ongoing search for ‘The Future’ in electronic music was called off when it was discovered in the past.


Cos/Mes – Gozmez Land (posted November 4th)

A luscious trip into the humid rainforests of Selza-G where the indigenous folk speak only a percussive language based on distant Gamelan mythology.


Crystal Ark – The City Never Sleeps (posted March 22nd)

This is what happened when you dropped the schematic for that trans-dimensional love-canon on your visit to the druid camp.


Crystal Ark – The Tangible Presence of the Miraculous (posted November 16th)

This is what happened when they worked out how to build it.


DJ Nate – Make Em Run (posted July 6th)

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.

DJ Roc – Phantom Call (posted September 22nd)

DJ Rashad – Teknitianz (posted September 16th)

DJ Elmoe – Whea Yo Ghost at Whea Yo Dead Man (posted June 22nd)


Hunt with a cat – Wrapped in Rope (posted August 13th)

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.


Hyetal – Phoenix (New Post)

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.


Hyetal & Shortstuff – Ice Cream (posted January 26th)

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.


Jonathan Kusuma – Days are Numbered (posted August 27th)

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.


JR Seaton – Azklementyne (12′ mix) (posted August 5th)

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.


Malvoeaux- Targets (posted July 5th)

The moment in Tron:Reloaded where Daft Punk finally remove those helmets to reveal thier unspeakable Teuthidian faces.


Pagan Future – Ancient Ritual (posted October 15th)

Delicate images from the insecure formation of techno preserved at a lower bpm for us to greater appreciate their beauty.


Protect-U – Double Rainbow (posted June 10th)

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain, where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.


Rocha- Hands of Love (Fingers of Sand) (Gatto Fritto’s Menorcan Nightmare Version) (posted March 22nd)

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.


Steve Moore – Zero Point Field (posted october 13th)

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.


Valis- Exegisis (posted May 9th)

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.


Beauty in mutation

Featuring : DJ Nate + George Quartz

Look kid, we don’t give a fuck about the exact co-ordinates that bound your taste. We are not trying to convince you of anything. Feel free to shackle yourself with as many style chains as you please, it’s your life. What we say is that, if you understand where we’ve been coming from since day one, then you’ll appreciate where we are going today. Our destination is a no-man’s land where mutant foxes raid the bulging coops of a cultural behemoth in reproductive overdrive.

We wake up ravenous every morning, at night we return to our lair bloated and satisfied. It is the mix of flavours that keeps us strong.

We first heard DJ Nate in that legendary mixtape which SALEM put together for us a long time ago- tip of an obsidian Juke iceberg disjointing chi-hips with epileptic micro-fractures. Well, the good dudes at Planet Mu have got on the transatlantic express to bring us some of the outputs of that bewildering scene in yummy vinyl.

We are still trying to figure this shit out like clueless tourists parachuted into a hip hop metropolis of impossible angles where the holy tablets that the Bomb Squad and Rakim brought down from Mount Sinai have been torn to pieces and scattered into the wind by a cadre of subsonic heretics.

Make ’em Run (out in August as part of the Hatas our Motivation EP) is booty call fodder for a Brian Yuzna happening, or a sickly parallel branch in the evolution of the art form where Afrika Bambaata ditched Trans-Europe Express in favour of Metal on Metal- or Terry Riley’s You’re No Good.

DJ Nate- Make Em Run

Rammellzee (rest in piece in the scrapyard of the psychedelic motherships) would be proud.

George’s Quartz cover of Harry Nilsson’s off-kilter hit Coconut kicked off Tommyboy’s fierce ‘Don’t Mess With Texas’ mixtape. Well, here you have it in all its crawling Z-series bad trip.

Watch how the pseudo-dada comedy of the original warps into the obsessive exhortations of a freak circling you, the victim, tightly leather-strapped to a tottering chair in a horrid torture chamber deep under a decaying manor laden with filthy 50s memorabilia, photographs of buff German men in bondage outfits (that would be the D.A.F. jacket artwork) and vermin.

The protracted transition from your current position into a gaping pit whence skulls grimace expectant is soundtracked by this fucker, still camera zooming into the mascaraed eyes of your satanic judge until you can see yourself reflected in his dilated pupils, hands brandishing a triangle of light which is a wicked blade looming closer and closer, to compose an anthem of pain with strips of your body.

This flamboyant exercise in flesh origami almost grants him the closure he strives for, but not quite. Your last memory is a long drop,  his melodious whistling as he washes his hands before walking upstairs.


George Quartz- Coconut

We are honoured to share a place with Mssr. George Quartz at the Altered Zones platform that shall be launching tomorrow Wednesday.