Category Archives: Foot Village

Raw Patrol

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One of your 20jazzfunkgreats scribes is rocking those motherfucking epistemological styles, you know how it goes. Paul Feyerabend, dark polemic master of methodological anarchism blows some minds in Against Method: the real scientist improves the theory of Genesis until it challenges evolution.

Behold Foot Village doing that with dance music- first we had African drums. Then we had the Butthole Surfers. Then we had the Boredoms Mk. 1. Then we had the Boredoms Mk. 2. Now we have our favourite Angelinos railing the as yet unnamed inhabitants of the Garden of Eden into the vortex beyond, start a drum party over the Goddess’ taut bosom so that the Universe can get restarted.

Can’t wait to see them live when they come around Europe in their next tour, everything’s going to shake.

Foot Village- Anti-Magic

Just check out the video. And get the record here.

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Teeth of the Sea are the star-destroying psychedelic combo featuring our comrade and keeper of the wisdom of the Old Gods Matt Colegate, watch them live storming the gates at the edge of time and you will know what we are talking about. Inside the Space Capsule is to be included in the forthcoming 12’’ ‘Hypnoticon Viva’, due out in January, and yes, it is a cover version from the Flash Gordon soundtrack.

Set up precariously over a mound of skulls, our heroes direct with power magick arrangements the gentle manoeuvres of squadrons of hawk men as they prepare to join battle with the hordes of Ming the Merciless, what they lack in hawk wings they make up for with Hawkwind, martial drums and lush synths which unfold like a cat’s cradle of gamma rays inside the powerful hands of a ghost titan, spirit of defeat snatched from the Jaws of Victory, you know it’s more epic that way.

Teeth of the Sea- Inside the Time Capsule (Love Theme)

Teeth of the Sea have a bit of a tour going on in November with Thoughtforms (Invada records) and Gnod. The dates are 20th Cable st. studios Limehouse London, 21st Louisianas Bristol and 22nd Islington Mill Salford.

Step by Step

Featuring : Foot Village + Mi Ami

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Bands bereft of ambition, watch how Mi Ami continue taking it to the next level, and repent of your sinful ways. When you start down the path of creation, you shouldn’t dare settling for less, least the furious Gods decide to reincarnate you into a wingless insect in a garden full of hungry birds the next time you’re around. In their Towers Fall 12 in Hoss Records they homestead misty lands where the boundaries between dub techno ruminations, kosmische astrology, Ike Yard post punk blitzkrieg and acid house voodoo blur and meld into a lumbering colossus of flaming eyes and an attitude to boot. Whole landscapes are reshaped with the pulse of a rumbling bassline, rivers steered off their course following the mesmerising radiations of a synthetic piper, forests grow in the flicker of an eye to accommodate a tribe of little humans worshipping at the feet of a menacing totem, these are the heart-rending images that their primeval music summons, like sitting in the shoulder of God while he plays Populous in HD 3D total surround soundsystem styles. Now this is shock and awe, in slow motion.

Mi Ami- Towers Fall

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Harder, Faster, Faster, Stronger, Foot Village’s fierce drums continue accelerating like an unhinged virus which at some point in the near-future shall evolve into spiky teethed creatures of the sea destined to crawl into our shores and grow bristling fur and vicious claws and climb up the trees and borrow under the land and dwell in thick shrubbery and search throughout the infrarred spectrum for enemies, incumbents from an old era that foolishly believe this is still their time. Naw, they are over, the future is a new country- they will find out soon enough when, upon stepping down an unfamiliar path, they feel a slight vibration in the air, subtle movements in the edge of their vision, the initial spin of a vortex which is the beginning of a charge which is this noise you hear. Foot Village shall be unleashing Anti Magic in Upset the Rhythm very soon. You will know them by the trail of grimacing skeletons, missing tibia and femur to replace broken drumsticks another example of their furious efficiency.

Foot Village- Reggae War Zone

Destroy death & party

So we come to that time of the year when the wild hordes head down to SXSW for a few days of revelling in the excitement and dopeness of the underground sounds, or at least that’s the way we imagine it, a bit like that exotic bazaar where Conan of Cimmeria knocked out a camel, but with bands. And yes, if Conan was to visit SXSW he wouldn’t want to miss out on the DeathbombArc/Load Records/Cockrockdisco 3-Way showcase/noise rave/free-for-all spectacle of destruction, terror and mayhem and fun that shall be unleashed upon believers and non-believers alike: Clockcleaner, Anavan, Sightings, Foot Village, Captain Ahab, Jason Forrest and Nintendo’s finest DJ Scotch Egg are some of the people who will be jacking the place. If we were there we would be so there, Brian Deathbomb kindly sent us some unreleased tunes to sample the vibe to unfold, we can only say one thing, bring the noise.

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Foot Village have been stomping and bashing their way through reality with a barrage of drums that crack the shield of our inhibitions like rebel proton torpedoes striking the core of the Death Star to make the galaxy free, wave after wave of percussive dope and shrieking send us reeling against the corner of the ring from which we stare aghast as the culprit, a mexican wrestler with the purple mask of Boredoms, the steel muscle of Vitalic and the attitude of Crass gets ready to deliver the final blow, BONES!

Foot Village- Bones

This is featured in the Rock is Hell 7” boxset

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I didn’t know jack about Nero’s Day at Disneyland until I heard Death Parade, and then I realised I just didn’t know anything. Death Parade (featuring Kevin Shields) is the epic soundtrack for Ren and Stimpy’s hysteric explorations of an alternative 9th-dimensional universe designed by Paper Rad and populated by arpeggiated fire devils, or that revolution in itchy and scratchy’s theme park if the insurgent robots led by Kirk Douglas had managed to get hold of an arsenal of psychedelic weapons, yeah, that kind of thing.

Nero’s day at Disneyland featuring Kevin Shield- Death Parade

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So if I told you that some gay trance vikings had fused HEALTH and Foot Village into a bass Ragnarok with conga sounds added to enhance the madness, would you say (a)’ fuck yes gimme some of that’ or (b) ‘ soz, no I’m too lightweight’? Any seasoned reader of 20jazzfunkgreats will jump into (a) like Indiana Jones dropping into a crystal bridge over the abyss so he can fetch the Hoy Grail that will save his dad’s life, and get his reward. The Power of HEALTH concocted by Captain Ahab does what it says in the label, and with its crunked out mastodontic progression smashes the place out in a Drop the Lime hanging out with Slayer way. If Ed Banger had meant to rock they would have walked this way. As it is, and paraphrasing our pal Brad, the difference between them and this electro beast of pure and focussed energy is like going to the bachelors grove website versus seeing a Satanic seance at midnight on Halloween on the grave of your mother and daughter.

If this is the new sound of the U.S.A. we welcome its arrival and look forward to a future of raucousness and fury.

Captain Ahab- The Power of HEALTH

Brad has made a video for Chicago Juke/ ghettotech/Giallo Funk outfit Young Cream, it’s based on some medical research on Photosensitive seizures so you can imagine the vibe. Check it here. I looked at it for a while and made me feel a bit funny, be careful kids!

Bonus tune

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Casy and Brian have been oh so kind to send us their brilliantly titled album Catbees, out on Pish Posh of North America from their magic space of wild evolution in SF. Our lurid brains imagine, of course, a telepathically enhanced green-eyed cat commanding swarms of bees to do its magnificent bidding, but then we never had any friends at school. Casy and Brian has three members: Casy, Brian and the insane boost of crackling energy which surrounds their jaunty new wave, hallucinations of animal & weirdo pop totems blip in the air as a special dimension is glimpsed between the crack of their exhilarating dope music. Devo wearing owl hats? We’re buying.

Casy and Brian- House on the Haunted Hill

House on the Haunted Hill is particularly great, we wish more bands like this made horror soundtracks, imagine all those teenage jocks and bimbos that populate modern slasher flicks prancing in utter merriment and abandon as spears, scythes, axes and knives fly in the air chopping them up in little pieces. As I said we never had any friends in school, this is what happens.