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The sky’s on fire

aurora by eri@si

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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Gavin Russom – 20JFG mix June 2009

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And just so you can begin your week in a most psyched way, here you have an astonishing collection put together for us by that dark master of the synthetic drone, Gavin Russom. Watch him stepping for a moment from the dark belly of the machine to present us with a lovely collection of spiritual utterances, reverberating spells  & radiant esoterica. Enjoy!

Gavin Russom- 20JFG mix

Tracklist

1.   Shaker Traditional Hymn-I Will Fight and Never Slack
2.   Trio Bulgarka-Slunste Zaide (At Sunset) –
3.   Haitian Ceremonial Music-Rhythme Rassemblement
4.  West Indies Spiritual Baptist Traditional Song
5.   Meredith Monk – Selection From Vessel: an Opera Epic
6.   Karcharpaya Kantu – Andean Ritual Music
7.   Guajira Ven – No1 De No1
8.   PCP – Jane and Jeff Hudson
9.   His Name is Alive-Hope
10. Kate Bush-How to be Invisible
11. Abdourahman Surizehi-Allahu –
12. The Mahavishnu Orchestra-You Know, You Know

Sister Electra’s ballad

It is the fate of some stars, when they die, to reincarnate here in this planet, or perhaps elsewhere, it’s not for us to say. A child of features faded like a watercolour blur was born the day Electra, brightest of the Seven Sisters, collapsed into itself in the absolute silence of the constellation of Taurus, breaking the heart of a million astronomers. She was predestined to shine upon this world but she didn’t want to, plagued by vivid dreams of eternal and peaceful stasis in a void compared to which the womb is but hellish cacophony. She hid in closets at night and dig holes in the ground, she held her breath underwater trying to capture, if only for a moment, that Nirvana which is to spin numb drawing a perfect pattern in the tapestry of the universe. All to no avail, frustration, rage and pain constant exits in the path to elusive balance. She didn’t know who she was deep inside and for that I don’t know if I should feel thankful, or full of pity. Either way, she passed by me in her erratic orbit across this chaotic world, these are the songs she left with me before disappearing into the distance.

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It is music that crawls, rumbling blues basslines and drums bashed by Jaki Liebezeit’s brutalised lil’ brother, it is music that soars too, guitars shriek like buzzards scared off the carrion by a powerful lion, then wah wah trotting funky like the hind quarters of a manky Hyaena that knows something you don’t, gnarly shamanic lullabies hovering over the lo-fi distortion field like poisonous butterflies. It is environmental science seen from the point of view of the foot soldiers, it’s a fucking mess, we love it.

Vibes- Prisms of Fame

Taken from the Vibes 7” out in Not Not Fun, go to Gorilla vs Bear for another tune.

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A millenial spider dwells in the cold interstices between the stars spinning a glimmering thread of liquid silver which ties the universe together, in Wolf Cub or Witch Hunt Pink Priest summon it from the cold nooks and crannies where it hides when the sun comes out, so it can envelop us in a beautiful shroud while we sleep, puncture our throat with jaws of pure black, and inject us with the sweetest poison.

Pink Priest- Wolf Cub or Witch Hunt

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Married in Berdichev is the music of closing the door of a penumbrous alcobe most carefully, sitting in the unmade bed, tracing the lines in the unkempt sheets while staring at the intersection of two ochre walls where the shadows become the onset of Goya’s blurriest nightmare, a congerie of  shapes melding into each other acquiring solidity and volume, the cold dead and bloated body of a sultan of the revenants mouth agape and blind eyes deep set in the caves of its cranium steps outside of the portal you just created and spills upon the room to tell you the secrets from beyond and take you away because it’s against the rules to walk with the breathing when you know all of that. You squash it like an annoying bug and watch it retreat into the shadows with a wry smile, your magick is stronger.

Married in Berdichev- Feet in the Water

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When you reach a certain depth under water, it is hard to tell where is up and where is down, if you aren’t careful and watch for the spirals of iridescent bubbles escalating into the blue you might find yourself diving into the abyss when you search for the surface. A Gal does precisely that, confident and brave, following a treasure map scribbled down by Kim Gordon many years ago, which identifies the position of a metal box lying lonely in the rocky surface, open its latch to find a sun shining inside it, a lovely hum pervades the absolute silence of the bottom of the sea, a vortex of radiance swirls to the beautiful melody of that guitar.

A Gal- Diver

This post goes with a big thanks to Bathetic Records, who have sent us a big box of goodness, cassette tapes, cassette tapes.

I have meant to tell you about this for quite a while, you might remember how we mentioned over Christmas that our most admired beat berserkers Foot Village were making some sound trinkets available for remixing by whoever thought he/she/it had what it takes, well, the outcomes are available here for you to check out & be blown away. There’s much to love, Anavan, IE or Death:Sentence Panda! to mention but a couple. We are going to have some cool stuff coming up in regards to Foot Village, and Upset the Rhythm too, very soon. So keep your ears peeled kids, good shit spreads.

gavinrussom

And just so you can begin your week in a most psyched way, here you have an astonishing collection put together for us by that dark master of the synthetic drone, Gavin Russom. Watch him stepping for a moment from the dark belly of the machine to present us with a lovely collection of spiritual utterances, reverberating spells  & radiant esoterica. Enjoy!

Gavin Russom- 20JFG mix

Tracklist

1.   Shaker Traditional Hymn-I Will Fight and Never Slack
2.   Trio Bulgarka-Slunste Zaide (At Sunset) –
3.   Haitian Ceremonial Music-Rhythme Rassemblement
4.  West Indies Spiritual Baptist Traditional Song
5.   Meredith Monk – Selection From Vessel: an Opera Epic
6.   Karcharpaya Kantu – Andean Ritual Music
7.   Guajira Ven – No1 De No1
8.   PCP – Jane and Jeff Hudson
9.   His Name is Alive-Hope
10. Kate Bush-How to be Invisible
11. Abdourahman Surizehi-Allahu –
12. The Mahavishnu Orchestra-You Know, You Know

Swaying in Woe

Black Meteoric Star’s impending arrival on Earth is marked by harbingers of planetary pressure walls – black linear schisms mapping forbidden languages across the dusk skies, earthquakes cracking the surface of Mars as it draws closer to its terrible alignment with Earth, an ice cold pinprick of darkened dread on the back of the neck during a torrid sleepless night, and a new remix from the grand wizard himself Gavin Russom is etched into black vinyl.

Petar Dundov – Oasis (Gavin Russom Remix)

Petar Dundov can make the kind of rumbling and glistening techno that nestles snugly somewhere in between Matthew Jonson and Analog Fingerprints. But on last years “Escapements” LP, synthpop, balearic italo and stuttering beatless sound is thrown into the mix. Then when the high priest of synths, Gavin Russom, gets hold of it and shatters it across a foreboding alien synthesised landscape, all is transformed into a liquid analogue 15-minute fear anthem, clicking into mechanical life and making way for an apocalyptic refrain of fried guitar.

So then to another of our favourites, the sublime echoing crunch-terror of SALEM. Head to Merok for the newly released 7″ featuring sinister as fuck break-light in smoke artwork and “water”, “Redlights” and “Whenusleep” all inscribed on red vinyl. Plus, there is also new track, “Skullcrush”.

SALEM – Skullcrush

Heres the sound of anger and torment. A fresh scar is cut deep with every fluctuation thats interrupted by a buzzsaw hi-hat or processed out-of-time beat. There are three sides to SALEM. First there is the ethereally cracked beauty of Heather’s vocals on tracks like “OhK” and “Deepburn”. Secondly, there is the warped grime funeral procession of “imasheet” and “Trapdoor”, then there is the spectral horrordisco of the male-led vocal of tracks like “Dirt” or “haffa”.

“Skullcrush” fits into the third with strangled effects, bullet hole beats fractured into another entirely different rhythm and vocals from a flash-burnt throat. Underneath a grey abandoned town, a series of tunnels echo with the woeful mourn of a synthesiser played by a ghost, distorted by the water dripping upon it from the ceiling above, crackling in its ruined state and synchronising the scathing aural affects of “Skullcrush” to the steady waves of anguish pulsating from the hidden recesses where not even a ghost would dare tread.

ADVANCED WARNING
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March 3rd, 7.30pm, the Barbican, London

Two titans of the world of post punk will be hitting London in March – the rhythm queens of New York who put the funk into funk, ESG, and the jittering ska-disco of A Certain Ratio who were as much the sound of Frankie Knuckles as they were James Chance.

THE GIG IS NOW CANCELLED!!!!!

Genesis

Throbbing Gristle - Hot on the heels of love

Throbbing Gristle- Hot on the Heels of Love

September 1979 produced something odd and less difficult to digest than previous gristly. Perhaps more Chris and Cosey than Genesis. A hypnotic electronic Love to Love you, was this the inspiration for Lil Louis – French Kiss?

It sounds similar to being tied up, blindfolded and slowly whipped into a never ending dream state of sexual ecstasy (if you like that sort of thing). Very hot. Very heels(12″ I reckon). Slow enough for Tory mps to dance to in leather shorts bought from Sex in the King’s road. Filthy and perverted in the grand tradition of Je t’aime.

Frustrated housewife Beverly in Abigail’s Party could have easily said “Ohhhhh I love a bit of Throbbing Gristle, don’t you Ange?”…..well maybe not.

Why has the whip sound not been added as a percussive noise on drum machines since? Anyone with an early yamaha/casio with such a sound on be sure and let me know (finders fee – a shiny new penny).

BUY Throbbing Gristle

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Delia Gonzalez & Gavin Russom – Rise (DFA Remix)

Another track with whips lashing.

Rise is a Moroderian chase where layers and layers of synths spill over a metronomic rhythm full of subtle variations (ah, this is a DFA remix), the result a monster of primitivist electronica which takes the listener on a trip down Kraftwerk’s Autobahn, the melodies drawing a misteryous landscape, vague but full of wonder and anticipation.

This the sound of robots, not having sex but travelling to a rendezvous point where they will, we know which song they’ll play then.

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