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Songs from the Synapse

We were recently most thrilled and inspired by the techologies, touched upon in Finn Peters Music of the Mind project. Now what you have here is the means to turn brainwaves into musical pitches. This means that, in only a few years time a man will be able to literally ‘think’ a composition into being – without the need for musical instruments, technical skill, recording equipment, friends or talent.

Like Finn, our minds boggled at the possibilities of this new technology. And being the rampant soothsayers that we are (we magically predicted Witch-House, after all) – we not could resist but to make wildly unresearched projections about the developmental trajectories, that this radical new form of cranial composition will take over the next 100 years. If you are currently in the year 3010 and you have stumbled across this article, then yes, we were probably wrong. Laugh it up future-boy, at least we can still leave the house without needing breathing aparatus.


A good start. Via a call-centre style* telepathic headset mic, brainwaves are detected and turned into a musical pitch – meaning that the user can take very basic control over a software instrument, making it play the note they are currently thinking of. The level of control is currently that of a Theremin or early voltage controlled synthesiser, but in just a short time complete and accurate control over an 8 octave range will be possible.

*not suitable for use in a call centre due to telepathic ability enhancement.


We predict a merge-together in the fields of telekinetic research and synaptic composition. This will enable the headset user to do away with the computer all together, and think out their compositions in real-time, via real-instruments which will apparently be ‘playing themselves’. The average person will be easily able to master control of 1 instrument as if they had played it manually, whilst a trained composer will be able to perform with – and conduct – an entire orchestra with just a single thought. This will eradicate the need for sheet music, live performances concert halls and of course, muscians, freeing them up to do more useful jobs like casino croupiers or stockbrokers. Those still wishing to still make use of the computer will be able to download their thoughts in the form of MIDI files via a USB-C(ranial) uplink.


By the end of 2060, we project that there will be no need for musical instruments at all. Instead of turning brainwaves into telekinetic energies that playback your synaptic songsmithery on real-life instruments, the user will be able to imagine and project the instruments AND performers – their costumes, styling and performance etc. The brainwave headset device will replace the ipod, as the user will be able to see the music inside their head as a fully rendered, 3 dimensional pop-video available anywhere, anytime. Aside from musical instruments, the ipod and the pop video, these incredible developments will also eradicate the need for live music television, stylists, live performances, venues and of course, muscians.

George Quartz and San Serac – Supercipher

Just as we were dusting off the ’20JFG pop hit of the year’ trophy, along comes our most beloved George Quartz with his new conspirator San Serac, and whips said rune from our undextrous talons with the all the stealth of serpentine shadow men robbing a semi-existant bank in Limbosville NW. This cunning creation of ‘Supercipher’ is a white suited dandy, rising up through the dry ice on his perspex pillar to show us the theatrical delights contained within his ball of finest crystal.  Put one eye to the ball and you will see a Xeroxed pair of Bryan Ferries directly projecting a holographic vision of Midnight Star into the subconscious of a young Hall and Oates looking for inspiration. By jove did they find it.

No news on release for Supercipher, but it is being featured in this video advertisment for George Quartz t-shirts which are looking rather stunning we might add.


We predict that, by 3010 things may have got a little bit out of control. Originally designed as a luxury item and costing £4999.99, the call-centre style telepathic headset mic has dramatically dropped in price over the last 40 years to £50. It has made virtually every profession redundant, except for the manufacture of telepathic headsets. The buggy, bottom of the range ‘shuffle’ version of the headset is worn by virtually everyone all the time, creating city streets full of half-rendered performances of half remembered songs. The noise is unbearable, and you can barely get a seat on the bus for all the boy band members created by teenage girls on the back seat. You can barely get inside your house for all the washed up rock n roll projections doing smack on the porch (not mention the real dudes that hang out with them). If the noise was at an acceptable level to human hearing, you would realise that it consists of only one song, tracked a billions times. It sounds a bit like this.

Mighty Rock – Life is a Struggle

It’s funny how a song about what a bitch life is can make us so happy. But then you always knew we were a bunch of sadists. The sluggish pound behind ‘Life is a Struggle’ is the work of legendary Miami Bass producer Amos Larkins III, yet is so obscure it didn’t even make it onto his discogs list.  Possibly this is due to the typo on the label (although we did a search for Migthy Rock and nothing came up). More likely it’s down to the record’s weirdo hypno-drag pessimism underpinned by even weirder casiotone machine gun optimism. A most definite lost classic going out to anyone feeling this way right now (which is most probably everyone in the UK right now).

Beauty in mutation

Featuring : DJ Nate + George Quartz

Look kid, we don’t give a fuck about the exact co-ordinates that bound your taste. We are not trying to convince you of anything. Feel free to shackle yourself with as many style chains as you please, it’s your life. What we say is that, if you understand where we’ve been coming from since day one, then you’ll appreciate where we are going today. Our destination is a no-man’s land where mutant foxes raid the bulging coops of a cultural behemoth in reproductive overdrive.

We wake up ravenous every morning, at night we return to our lair bloated and satisfied. It is the mix of flavours that keeps us strong.

We first heard DJ Nate in that legendary mixtape which SALEM put together for us a long time ago- tip of an obsidian Juke iceberg disjointing chi-hips with epileptic micro-fractures. Well, the good dudes at Planet Mu have got on the transatlantic express to bring us some of the outputs of that bewildering scene in yummy vinyl.

We are still trying to figure this shit out like clueless tourists parachuted into a hip hop metropolis of impossible angles where the holy tablets that the Bomb Squad and Rakim brought down from Mount Sinai have been torn to pieces and scattered into the wind by a cadre of subsonic heretics.

Make ’em Run (out in August as part of the Hatas our Motivation EP) is booty call fodder for a Brian Yuzna happening, or a sickly parallel branch in the evolution of the art form where Afrika Bambaata ditched Trans-Europe Express in favour of Metal on Metal- or Terry Riley’s You’re No Good.

DJ Nate- Make Em Run

Rammellzee (rest in piece in the scrapyard of the psychedelic motherships) would be proud.

George’s Quartz cover of Harry Nilsson’s off-kilter hit Coconut kicked off Tommyboy’s fierce ‘Don’t Mess With Texas’ mixtape. Well, here you have it in all its crawling Z-series bad trip.

Watch how the pseudo-dada comedy of the original warps into the obsessive exhortations of a freak circling you, the victim, tightly leather-strapped to a tottering chair in a horrid torture chamber deep under a decaying manor laden with filthy 50s memorabilia, photographs of buff German men in bondage outfits (that would be the D.A.F. jacket artwork) and vermin.

The protracted transition from your current position into a gaping pit whence skulls grimace expectant is soundtracked by this fucker, still camera zooming into the mascaraed eyes of your satanic judge until you can see yourself reflected in his dilated pupils, hands brandishing a triangle of light which is a wicked blade looming closer and closer, to compose an anthem of pain with strips of your body.

This flamboyant exercise in flesh origami almost grants him the closure he strives for, but not quite. Your last memory is a long drop,  his melodious whistling as he washes his hands before walking upstairs.


George Quartz- Coconut

We are honoured to share a place with Mssr. George Quartz at the Altered Zones platform that shall be launching tomorrow Wednesday.

Hide Wit Me

Balam Acab, like Salem and oOoOO (who included a Balam Acab song in their XXJFG mix below), traverse the same shadowy territories that seem at once sensual and unnerving. While Salem continue to burrow further and further into their crunk cave, saturating themselves in the sounds of an increasingly nightmarish parallel universe Hot 97, and oOoOO conjure up perfect pop emanations out of hazy witch house dreams, Balam Acab creates something akin to Burial being slowly drowned in an ocean of drone, a cybernetic limbo haunted by distant machine moans, those trademark ghostly digi-diva vocals positively lost in another world all together. Based on all that we’ve heard so far we have no doubt Balam Acab’s music will become something of a spectre in our day to day lives this year.

*This track is temporarily unavailable.*

Our good friend and kindred spirit George Quartz has been working away at his awesome new EP of deranged gigolo-bot nu wave, Ruf Reliks #1, which you can now download for free over at his blog La Maladie Tropicale. Awash in hi-octane industrial goth beats and Tomorrow’s World, crooner pomp, had it been released over 20 years ago it would have slotted in perfectly with one of the many futureworld funk experimentations Crammed Discs specialized in, which is obviously high praise indeed. As a taster of what to expect from Ruf Reliks, Cotton Coffin is the kind of reptilian doom funk Prince might have jammed out had he overdosed on David Byrne records and put a little more Sodom and Gomorrah into his “1999” step.

George Quartz – Cotton Coffin

Also be sure to take a look at the man’s acid damaged porn video for “Butterscotch” created by the quite rad DESTROY.HOT.ACTION., which definitely falls into the sensual/unnerving territory we mentioned before. Watching it is kinda like imagining what Playboy might look like if Ariel Pink was up in there and running things.

George Quartz – Butterscotch from The Sibyl on Vimeo.

Finally, oOoOO, the creator of some intensely good nightcrawler jams and a firm favourite of ours, recently sent 20 Jazz Funk Greats an exclusively made mix which we’re now more than a little happy to be able to share with the wider world. So go sit in the cupboard under the stairs, light some candles, and absorb the sounds of creeped out, decaying booty bounce colliding horribly (meaning wonderfully) with dusky, drug drip teengirl balladry, slinky necronomi-pop rhythms, and backwater freak outs.



1 oOoOO – mumbai
2 BrowngirlBlackhare – Inanition
3 Nipslip – My Baddest
4 MNDR – Do It Sandwich Time
5 DJ D-Wizz – Clap It
6 DJ Fela – Take Me To Yo Stash
7 Johnny Woods – ?
8 Little Peggy March – Wind Up Doll
9 The Tammys – Gypsy
10 Actually Huizenga – Marquis de Sade (Blazing Lazer remix)
11 Balam Acab – See Birds
12 John Frusciante – A Fall Thru the Ground
13 Linda Perhacs – If You Were My Man (Demo)
14 Twin Powers – Alex
15 Julia Holter – Willow Weep

R.I.P. Balearic Disco

2009 marks the death of Balearic Disco from none other than the princes of the genre, Lindstrom & Prins Thomas who release second album “II”, that slices across the beach-based discoball like two bloody streaks from a prog-wizard’s claw. On “II”, L&PT take a sip from the 7up can rumoured to be laced with LSD being passed around at Ash Ra Tempel’s “Seven Up” LP recording session – out goes the Balearic washes and extended reverberating synths, and in comes motorik neo-krautrock basslines, twinkling effects that jaggedly spiral in and out of control, and crashing soundtracks to stylised wars on imaginary worlds. The epic discotronics of Lindstrøm’s collaborations with Solale are still here, but the perfectly regimented and repeating arpeggios are replaced with organic prog-rock that sounds like Aeroplane producing Tangerine Dream in the early years.

Lindstrøm & Prins Thomas – Tirsdagsjam (Lang Versjon)

“Tirsdagsjam” doesn’t appear on the album but is featured on an upcoming 12″. Its an epic and curvaceous sci-fi love song to disco dancing, with freeform mellotrons stuttering over a hi-speed instrumental version of an outtake from Brian Eno’s “Here Come The Warm Jets” LP. At times it gets beautifully tangled up in itself but effortlessly segues into another sonic hallway with a quick key change.

12″ released April 13th, album drops May 18th on Eskimo Recordings. 2OJFG top 10 LP for sure, already added to the draft titled “Best of ‘O9”.

(above image taken from the cover of “On the Shores
of Distant Worlds”
by Andrew Tomas)

George Quartz is the auteur of La Maladie Tropicale, a blog of silvery grey matter etched onto a Grecian urn unearthed in the year 3000 from the rubble of a glass citadel under a starlit night sky.

George Quartz – Butterscotch

“Butterscotch” is all oozing liquid gold poured across the most beautiful of alien women, its the tri-synthesis of Tuxedomoon’s dapper vagabond malevolence, the oily black sexed soul music of Michael McDonald & James Ingram and Berlin’s plane-crash femme-fatale after her cybernetic implants, all three elements forming into a neon outlined saxophonist who walks into the wind, down a dark NY alleyway in 1981 with Basquiat lurking in the shadows drawing him with grey paint and blood.