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The sky’s on fire

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Sitting in a pre-fab living room, cold light rendering the wooden walls anaemic, he lifts the empty glass to his lips.  The ground begins to move.  Dust rises, smudging the crisp blue light in a haze.  His dogs bark outside as the chain fence rattles in the rising wind.  Muffled shouts and screams compete for spectrum with the dogs, the wind, the metallic scraping of the fence.  He drops the glass.

Shotgun draped over one arm he gingerly pushes his porch door out against the still rising wind.  The dogs seem quiet now, unable to compete with the onrushing cacophony they resign themselves to silence.  The air: battering everything; reaching a deadening grey equilibrium.  The only contrasts in this deafening blue scene, the faint multicoloured flashes from the horizon.  They light the far off hills with the temporary intensity of failing lightning.

White light brushes his face through the dust.  Its engine unable to compete with the wind, a truck makes its way silently towards him.  Turning slightly he sees the approaching vehicle.  Steadies himself against his creaking home and waits.

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Our lord and master Mr Gavin Russom visits us once more with his skin-walker synths and apocalyptic siren calls.  This time he’s in the company of Berlin/NYC’s Palms.  While their gloriously creepy original slaps the dread into place with totalitarian drums here, Russom unleashes an end-times maelstrom.  The stop-start percussion and vocal mirroring of the original – purified in the cauldron of disaste.  We’re given the briefest of preludes (those sirens freed to herald Nadja Korinth’s pitch perfect cold-wave words) before everything is bent to the growing bubbling claustrophobic build.  A build that lets vocals and sirens sing to each other under a burning sky of deathly analogue synths.  And like fire it rages, vast and consuming until it can feast no more and we are left with the perfectly arranged cinders, their true form visible only from above in the tape hiss stratosphere.

Palms – Boundary Waters (Gavin Russom remix)

[The label’s requested that we only stream this one.  This is undoubtedly one of the remixes of the year and we had to share somehow.  The EP this is from also contains remixes from Bradford Cox and Josh Dibb among others, it’s on Rare Book Room Records so go get!]

Travelling in the open back of the truck, gun sitting across his lap, the engine still silenced by the delirious wind, he gazes towards the approaching horizon.  The lights still indistinct – their origin still unknowable – nonetheless increasingly dominate his vision.  He breaks their gaze momentarily to glance at his neighbours: weathered old men, grimly determined.  Their heads, all turned, tracking the multicoloured horizon ahead of them as they race towards these amorphous multicoloured sirens.

The indistinct blue light of the cloudless dusty night now beaten back by these pulsating shapes as the men near the foot of the bordering mountain wall.  The lights, high above: unknowable.  Their forms so large they feel close enough to touch and yet, they speak of distances further than the mind can comprehend.  Dropping his empty weapon to the floor of the truck he leaps with youthful vigour onto the hard earth.  Obliviously his neighbours join him their heads moving as one, perfectly tracking the dancing colours in front of them.

And then around them.

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Fuck Buttons return with Tarot Sport a staggering, looped, disintegrating celestial masterpiece of an album.  A soundtrack to the apocalyptic birth of interstellar flight.   A transportive hour of raging beautiful music that includes this epic jam, Space Mountain.  Perhaps the most destructive ode to a Disney ride every put through speakers (until some future archaeologist finally unearths Throbbing Gristle’s ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’).  Synths and waves and waves of fed back guitars coexist tumultuously Their heart beats set by a dancing floor tom.  The whole menagerie moving inexorably towards some fearsome chimaera straining to achieve escape velocity.

Until it does.

And it’s beautiful.

Fuck Buttons – Space Mountain

Two of your humble 20JFGers will be helping to celebrate the birth of another album-of-the-year at Joakim’s album launch party at Cargo on Saturday.  Given that it’s free before 11 you really can’t lose.

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If you’re not coming along to watch your fine 20JFGers play some outre-tunes tomorrow you could do far worse than check these guys out:

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Legends

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You walk past the gates, and through the powerful spell that conceals a battlefield for Gods, modelled on Halo’s Valhalla multiplayer level. Old Gods never quit – they just come to places like this and offer themselves as sacrificial colossi for today’s up and coming deities.

We can’t be bothered to describe the physical reality of a situation where lumbering skyscrapers kick the shit out of each other above and around you. You have probably seen many films where that happens. You are totally out of your depth.

But what about the psychedelic reality? Being there when a whole body of belief, a way of seeing the world embodied in a fire-eyed bear, a raging bull, a feathered serpent or a stout juggernaut walks out of the tall pines and the ragged mist below with the weapons of its people?

What does it feel like when the old god shouts a challenge and charges up the valley to test the mettle of the Young Gods, surely die, abandon the dreams of humans and vanish into their history?

Plate tectonics as drama instead of geology, pillars of light jumping from Earth into the Sky, the dance of vast shapes caught somewhere in between this world and many others. A discontinuity in the fabric of things as new myths take shape and souls migrate across the frontiers of new empires thus formed. But also continuity, as human tribes endow new symbols with old powers, build up castles that have minds and cower in their shadows.

There’s no escaping from it, we need the magic.

Vision Fortune – XX

Swans – Lunacy

Fuck Buttons – Sentients

Teeth of the Sea – Reaper

You somehow survive the mutilation of the soul-scape and the obliteration of an old time relijun, and make it through the valley, and to a mountain.

There is a cave on the side of this mountain, inside it a hatch of metal. Open it and go inside.

There is a path into the woods. Follow it.

2013 References

Image from Shadow of the Colossus obviously.
 
2013 was a good year for epic.
 
Swans did of course release The Seer in 2012, but it was in 2012 when they came to Brighton with the sonic equivalent of the sacrifice of the bull at the end of Apocalypse Now, taking 20JFG’s hearing hostage for a week – you don’t want to know what we did to get it back. Vision Fortune’s “Más Fiestas con el Grupo Visión Fortune’ confirmed that the primeval sturm und drang that their live show can be somehow translated into physical artefacts in addition to infecting the memories of those who attend them (also check Night Jukes).
Fuck Buttons’ live show made us think of Chemical Brothers in a good way, while Teeth of the Sea…well, Teeth of the Sea Sea are like Barry de Vorzon if all those gangs in Warriors had been Wizards. Do yourself a favour, and get Master.

We care because we nerd

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Gary Gygax passed away on Wednesday. I never did that much D&D to be fair, but if it hadn’t been for the stream of pen & paper Roleplaying games that his work inspired, and which I played the shit of (MERP, Call of Cthulhu, Runequest, Cyberpunk, Star Wars, Traveller and Games Workshop stuff, as well as all sorts of Choose Your Own Adventure books) , I would have spent a really boring time during my teenage years, there were only so many Schwarzenegger and American Ninja films to watch. Perhaps I would have read even more comic-books, but then I wouldn’t have developed the sort of mathematical modelling chops and wacky imagination that render me totally unsuitable for most jobs in the real world. Maybe I would have had a girlfriend, or perhaps become a hoodlum, risen in the echelons of organised crime and be living in a vast manor built with the profits from drug and weapon trafficking.

Damn you Gary Gygax!

Nah, don’t have the right character for all that hustle & bustle to be fair, although I am not too bad a sniper in Halo 3. Ha! Video games! If it hadn’t been for Gary Gygax and D&D half of the video games out there you wouldn’t exist. Young whippersnappers, at your age I was building massive imaginary worlds inside my head and sharing them with my friends instead of grinding in that Microsoft MSN with legs you call World of Warcraft. So get off my dungeon. I’m joking, but I’ve got a point. Paper and dice RPGs are totally good for you.

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Street Horrrsing (out soon in ATP Recordings) confirms Fuck Buttons as one of the best bands out there right now, their portentous Cthonic drone punches a hole in the heart of the black stormfront spreading its powerful wings over the lands of Istar, whenceforth cometh a rod of glimmering light straight from the mysterious Pleiades that Black Dice call home. The damp cellar where Tangerine Dream, Yellow Swans and Suicide roll their dice grim and focussed fills with a blinding glamour which summons the shape of things to come, and illuminates the preparations for an quest fraught with dangers. This music plunges forward mighty and epic like a funereal march for heroes on the warpath against invincible Colossi, if you have played a fantasy RPG right, you know that feeling of doomed expectation, and you know it’s right.

Do you want to talk about magic?

Let’s talk about fucking magic.

Fuck Buttons- Okay, Let’s Talk About Magic

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This blog would be totally different from what you see now, or wouldn’t even have happened if it hadn’t been for Gary Gygax’ opus, we’d surely be less prone to wild flights of fancy, for chrissakes I found out about H.P. Lovecraft through the Call of Cthulhu RPG!! So, because he has influenced us an awful lot, we dedicate this post to him, here is an aptly named tune by Underground Resistance which resonates with the epic echo of an infinity of possible universes to be jubilantly explored. Many of them wouldn’t exist if it hadn’t been for Gary Gygax.

THANKS. LOVE & MANY SIDED DICE

WE ARE ROLLING THEY’RE HATING

Underground Resistance- Inspiration

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We continue out trip through the voids of darkness beyond the clouded dome taken by the hand of Sweat X, I’ve been listening to a good bunch of sidereal/muscular/hard-hitting (think Starship Troopers directed by Tarkovski) hip-house that the aforementioned Underground Resistance came up with back in the days (check out Hype Stuff (You Gotta Move to)) and this exclusive Black Line remix of Interestella with crazy arpeggiated sci-fi synth line sounds like a proud descendent, I had a Close Encounter of the Third Kind and all I got was this pumping tune.

Sweat X- Interstella (Black Line Remix)

Citinite keep getting it right with master Manuel orchestrating underground manoeuvres in the neon lit space, another step towards global domination. Wait til you listen to Her Bad Habit, you are going to lose your shit for them.

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Williams covered Love on a Real Train by Tangerine Dream, and Studio did their thing and that’s all she wrote, we were hypnotised, white vinyl and opium dreams. Anyway, Williams has a new 12” coming out on Get Physical, it goes by the name of ‘El Baile’ and it’s b-side Kiss of Life is a spaced-out minimal glider with an arpeggiated breakdown that kills it softly and a melancholy vibe that conjures images of C-beams glittering in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. Can there be any higher praise than that?

Williams- Kiss of Life

NEWS NEWS

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We have confirmed El Guincho to play live in Brighton on the 23rd of March, that’s two weeks into the future kids. Barfly. It’s going to be fucking awesome. Get tickets at Resident!

20JFG IS SEARCHING

20Jazzfunkgreats is currently involved in a secret project which requires a collaborator with the talent to create wonderfully ghastly images such as those we include below. It’s quite hard to come up with people who do proper fantasy & horror painting these days, but we surely need one. Some of them must have survived the 80s, perhaps your dad, or your weird uncle who hanged out in Soho and has a vast collection of softcore pornography?

If you think you have what it takes, or know someone, please contact us immediately via e-mail or on the myspace, the lord of darkness summons you. Payment in blood, and more.

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Heaven and Earth

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The people from the hills inhabit the range of blue crags lying at the north, no-one knows very well what they get up to in such inhospitable places of surfaces polished into mirrors by shards of merciless ice which reflect fierce the portentous glare of the sun blinding those foolish enough to stare into them for too long, some say they control the wind magick, and that the black storms which often unleash their fury upon the mountains are but ingredients of their savage and beautiful rituals.

The Hills’ totem are regal eagles with piercing eyes you might have seen soaring mighty above, gliding to and fro in silent missions, they are also foreboding guardians of the peaks, ready to grab any mountaineer intruding inside the forbidden circle, raise him into the air for a moment of exhilarating flight before the inevitable drop into the eternal abyss of death, the heart-rending vistas to be enjoyed from the vast heights are perhaps worthy such end.

Fuck Buttons- Bright Tomorrow

Fuck Buttons shall be droning the free world on 2008, in Bright Tomorrow, taken off their lovely debut picture 7′ in ATP Recordings they take you in a steady progression through a world of clouds, past the wise & bearded pantheon of the angels of Krautrock to finally settle in a particularly menacing cumulus where they deploy and activate their distortion generating equipment, crank that wheel and a spider web of grind shrieking and distortion hailstorm is unleashed upon the world, Faust morph into the Locust while colours you didn’t know existed flash in the sky, impressive shit kids.

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The people from the east dwell in the darken and cold forests of tall oaks from which strange prodigies hang warning strangers not to straggle away from the broad clear paths through which supplies are brought into the village. If you walk down these you might feel something old and mighty observing you, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as a blurry shadow on the periphery of your vision makes its move, glimpse into the forests to see nothing but the strangely geometrical configurations drawn by things growing, dying and rotting.

The East’s totem are big grizzly bears with shiny old eyes which roam the woods in the murky night like thoughtful juggernauts, sliding past the grey trees not shaking a leaf on their wake, following esoteric patterns that in occasions take them into the suburbs, ominous lumbering shadows to remind sleepless children that one day the village belonged to them, it will again when the forces of wilderness return to reclaim what’s rightfully theirs.

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(check Tyrants out instead)

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Black Mountain’s new album, ‘In the Future’ , released by our fave label Jagjaguwar, bristles with the eternal energy you find in certain secret spots where all the things of the forest go silent, no bungaloos for tourists ever built here, or abandoned soon if they were, even city fools realise something weird is going on, and dogs whimper when they step into the zone of power. Evil deeds were carried out in that spot there by priests in the days of yore, and others did things there even before, when evil hadn’t yet been defined.

Black Mountain burn with a strange fire and if you listen close you’ll get burnt like a moth, and you will be fine with it, the armoured behemoth of Black Sabbath walks in the mist of eerie Goblin ghosts, and if there ever was a sight to behold then this is one, we have a candidate for album of the year kids, and what a glorious piece of sexy doomed stoner night it is.

Then tomorrow…

Which is but a reincarnation of the Do in a place where you shall get no bullshit. You know, some 20JFG djing in this ting.

So…an indie dance party for people who care

AT THE BARFLY (former Gloucester)
SATURDAY 1st DECEMBER
11-3
£5/4 NUS
£3 Cheaplist DROP US A LINE

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Music Policy=ALL HITS NO SHIT

Liars, Jay Z, Daft Punk, Beastie Boys, Nation of Ulysses, At the Drive In, Dan Deacon, Gay Against You, Anthrax, Can, DFA79, LCD Soundsystem, Silver Apples, Andrew WK, Les Georges Leningrad, Deerhoof, The Unicorns, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, the Knife, Prince, Thedeathset, Best Fwends, Video Hippos, Claws, My Bloody Valentine, Polysics, Sonic Youth, Pavement, Beyonce, Justice, M.I.A., Gossip, Erase Errata, Crystal Castles, The Horrors, Drive like Jehu, Slayer, Missy Elliot, Liquid Liquid, ESG, Dizzee Rascal, Public Enemy, Lightning Bolt, Hot Snakes, Black Lips, Les Savy Fav, Old Dirty Bastard, Make Up, The Fall, Talking Heads, Ramones, Pere Ubu, Le Tigre & MANY MANY MORE

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