5th
January
2012
Episode 17 : 120 Megabytes
120 Megabytes – Episode 17 brought to you in association with @markbrown and our friends over at Network Awesome
Featuring archives: Factory Floor
An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Factory Floor.
27th
December
2011
Best of 2011, part III: Get fit with 20jfg
Featuring:
Austra, D/R/U/G/S, Daphni, Death in Vegas, Den Haan, Factory Floor, FWY, Graphics, Hans Tanza, innergaze, Ital, James Fox, Lindstrom, Lumpen Nobleman, Machinedrum, Magic Touch, Mi Ami, Pye Corner Audio, SebastiAn, The Passenger, Virgo, Wheez-ie, Xander Harris & ZombyWhether 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…
6th
June
2011
The way to a man’s heart is through his chest
(Quote from Iain M. Banks, image is concept art for the Forewer War film adaptation that is on the works) You may be aware that members of the 20jazzfunkgreats community infiltrated the sprawling Barcelonan fields where Primavera Sound took place last week. This was a great endeavour for us crowd-challenged agoraphobes, but one that bore…
11th
March
2011
Memories of the Space Age
In our world populated with sci-fi allagories — dark hulking things, scrapping their battered metal bulk over the purple plains of twin sunned planets — we sometimes cannot help but retreat to the warm caverns of the discothèque. A place of nebulous identity, a relativistic space of individualists and solidarity. It is dark in there…
26th
July
2010
WAMPYR!
One of the wonders of the Internet is how it allows curmudgeonly little bastards like ourselves to launch arbitrary assaults on whatever novel fad that happens to slip into the wrong side of the soiled bed where we lay, like the unwelcome head of a shit stallion running ahead of the pack of popular culture….
27th
November
2009
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. …