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20jazzfunkgreats best of 2010: Paranormal Beauty Contest

As we approach thee end of 2010, we open the gun locker, gaffer tape a flashlight to our pump action shotgun and slide into the vietcong tunnels of what went on this year. There be monsters there.

Being the all encompassing unstandardised weirdoes that we are, we make no attempt at ranking our choices, or to classify them by format. We just about manage to drop them into different buckets which aren’t quite genres, but a chromatic scale of the kirlian aura colours that they impressed upon us.

Let’s begin with black. Things that go slash in the night.

Chris Carter – The Space Between: Optimo music present to us a resurrected artefact from the dawn of our current philosophies.  Instrumental sides to the freestyle battles of Gods.

Chris Carter – Clouds (posted 2008)

Cold Waves and Minimal Electronics Vol. 1.: An urban survival guide for the modern existential hero. Can be read as a cyberpunk anthology, or as a collection of fashion tips for the cavalcade of the damned.

Eleven Pond- Watching Trees (posted in 2009)

Florene – Homemade Extacy. Those blips you see breaking the speed limit in your radar, lt. Strumpf, as you swig on your hip flask behind a battered roadside advert in the scorching Texan night, they aren’t your average joy riders. No, they are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and they are looking for a rave.

Florene- Homemade Extacy (new post)

Gatekeeper: Giza.Herr Mannheim, I think that upgrading the operating system of our robotic assembly line with a code sequence downloaded from an anonymous source located somewhere in the sidereal voids wasn’t such a hot idea.

Gatekeeper- Serpent (posted Dec 6th)

Indian Jewelry: Totaled. Dorothy is bored in her house in the middle of the desert. A whirlwind takes her to a world of impossible colour . She jacks a pickup truck and storms down the yellow paths with her gang of metal men and talking beasts, under a black cloud of flying monkeys. Oz is toppled and anarchy ensues.

Indian Jewelry- Excessive Moonlight (posted May 18th)

Liars: Sisterworld. This is the sort of pop music that fills the airwaves in those desolate places where prepubescent worshippers of a pagan cult slaughtered all the adults.

Married in Berdichev: Readying. Walking down the private collection of the Hunterian museum at night, where beauty stands still, preserved in aspic.

Married in Berdichev- I Need the Sun (posted July 27th)

Model Man – Shouldn’t I be Dead by Now? Dry ice and airbrushed laser beams thunder over a brutal coastline as Tron’s less binary characters engage in fatalistic plans for their escape.

Model Man – Shouldn’t (posted October 18th)

Mueran Humanos: S/T. The dead are not quiet in Mueran Humanos’ album. Within, walls continue upright, bricks meet, floors are firm, and doors are sensibly shut. Silence lies steadily against the wood and stone. And we who walk here… walk alone.

Mueran Humanos: Festival de las Luces (New post)

Psychic Ills- FRKWYS 4: Doomsday ragas kinaesthetically synchronised with the infra-red output of the Predator’s mask, while manhunting in the Arabian desert.

Psychic Ills- Mantis (Juan Atkins Remix) (Posted August 26th)

Puerto Rico Flowers: 4. Me and Bauhaus getting it on in the abandoned abattoir (a love story).

Puerto Rico Flowers: Let’s Make Friends (new post)

Salem – King Night: Filling 20JFG’s lungs with bewitching dreams since 2008, Salem deliver the album that brushes past any middling concerns of genre partisans.  Exquisite beauty lurking beneath waves of delay and syrup.

Salem – Frost (New Post)

Scorpion Violente: Uberschleiss. The Gabber Meinhof aren’t a wild bunch of decadent noisemongers hellbent on collapsing society by industrial means. No, they are the research & development department of the survivalist massive, prototyping sonic armaments to be deployed against the undead hordes crawling from an oversubscribed hell.

Scorpion Violente: Viol et Revanche (posted October 18th)

Teeth of the Sea: Your Mercury. Sexual transcendence you achieve while your flesh dissolves under the leathery wings of the bat people of The Beastmaster.

Teeth of the Sea: A.C.R.O.N.Y.M. (posted October the 7th)

Xander Harris – Urban Gothic Synth drenched ode to Brian Keene.  A mix tape of all our favourite horror scores ripped to shreds and assembled into terrifyingly catchy shapes.

Xander Harris – Opening Credits (posted August 20th)

Lazer of the Mystics

Featuring : Florene + Spirituals

The mass diffusion of cheap music production technologies, access to more influences than a God with control over the time and space shenanigans could ever meaningfully process, and distribution platforms that make everything available everywhere have put much power in the hands of youths who are sufficiently unwise not to conform to the rules of craft or genre. Most of it is crap, but some of it is awesome. Sorting it out puts much strain on our bounded rationalities, that’s the reason why we still need excellent record labels such as Waaga. Check out their latest.

We kicked off the year in grand style with Florene’s ‘Deal with it’, Motorik music for a place with no roads, that’s the way we put it. That numinous beast is to be included in their forthcoming (and aptly titled) ‘Homemade Extacy’ (out in June).

Space Cadet ends it they way it should:  dance music made in the same way in which others design their characters for a suicide incursion into expanses of space where chaos reigns supreme and crawling monstrosities roam unfettered- think of that same same vein of epic euro-techno that the Knife mined in Silent Shout, but with guns. Florene just want to watch the universe burn.

Florene- Space Cadets

If Florene are on the warpath (is there a tarot card for the Barbarian?) then Spirituals are a luminous scout vessel cruising mysterious provinces of abstract beauty.

Steve Reich on Steroids is perhaps not the sort of image you want to entertain, but it is what I thought when I listened to ‘Wandering’- shards of information stretching back to the beginning of the universe are processed by synthetic bluegrass sensors and transformed into the steady EKG drone of whatever cosmic consciousness the mystics have been groping for since mankind first stared at the stars from the primeval savannah, pupils dilate for a second, the first word of our language was: Woah’.

Spirituals- Wanderings

For all you seekers out there

Featuring : Florene + Miracles Club

A New Year begins, a New Year where 20jazzfunkgreats will continue treading the echoey halls deep in the heart of the rocky mountain where a wealth of holy grails rest, of all sizes and materials, overflowing with pristine water, scented wine and translucent liquids over which glittering fairies hover with an emerald twinkle in their eye, every grail a gate and every sip a step into a path that burrows deep into the darkness, which is but a heartbeat of silence before new worlds appear in front of our eyes.

In spite of our curmudgeonly demeanour, we live in hope and anticipation, privileged to tell you about these things, just in case you didn’t know about them, and also listening, because you know so many things we don’t. At the end of the day this spot is but a rendezvous point for a covenant of kindred spirits-you and us- devising a hit parade and a hybrid vision for a fantastic underworld where magic is an everyday occurrence, where garages and cellars and rickety arrangements of technology activated by adventurous spirits act as hub and broadcasting spot for good, twisted and caring vibes.

Let the transmissions begin for a 2010 which we hope will be at least as exciting as the year past, step into the zone, and kick off the jams in a suitably epic manner, just to set the tone of the days to come.

It’s on.

First arrive Florene, from that hallucinated place criss crossed by demonic tornadoes and lit by purple sunsets which is Texas, portals into dimensions of uncanny power seem to be opening all over the state, kids with the right attitude sip into the inflowing manna and speak in tongues, we listen joyous.

Deal With It is to be included in Florene’s 2010 debut, tentatively titled ‘Homemade Ecstasy‘, which is as good a name as anyone could have thought of when considering the quality of the goods herein contained: A psy-trance tsunami sweeps the desert making acid flowers bloom, gamma ray glyphs glimmer in the sky over which invisible spiders spin a web of lightning, this is motorik music for a place with no roads. If Vitalic had recorded La Rock 01 after a peyote awakening it would have sounded a little bit like this. Some jam.

Florene- Deal With It

I can’t get out of my head the piano refrain sitting in the vanishing point  where all the sounds of Miracles Club’s ‘A New Love’ converge precise like the carefully arranged liquid lines of power in the Japanese print of an ancient seascape. It has put a spell on me me since I first stumbled upon this glorious piece of Elysian disco a few weeks back, because it embodies all that’s uplifting and wonderful  about dance music, a mysterious smile delivered by synthetic means and an accent on every step I take.

It is only rarely that one finds a lullaby able to make everyone in the room throw their hands in the air- think Naive Melody by Talking Heads. This is one such occasion, and a reason to celebrate. Miracles Club are surely touched by the golden fingers of Balihu. Good things to come, good things to come.

Miracles Club- A New Love

Miracles Club will be releasing a 12” and an album a bit later on in this year, we shall keep you posted.

Have a happy new year!