Category Archives: Hounds of Hate

20jazzfunkgreats best of 2010: The Atlantidan Metaphysical Circus

Lo and behold the starwanderers as they continue their ramblings inside a box of black space lined with gold thread, chronological boundary for the holy year that was 2010. Here we report the risky explorations that over this  period tore asunder the walls of reality to fetch from the amorphous manifold beyond nutritious morsels of quantum pop which which we watered our garden and fed the livestock. Such were the strange flowers that grew thereafter, and the ancient tongues with which our beasts proclaimed.

Ariel Pink and his Haunted Graffiti: Before Today. News at 11. Pop prophet transforms utopian fish into crumbling DIY bread, masses flock  to worship at his bedroom temple.

Ariel Pink & His Haunted Graffiti- Fright Nights (Nevermore) (Posted on April 21)

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Arp – The Soft Wave.  Cluster and Eno and Rilley and Georgopoulos.  Ringside seats in an amphitheatre at the edge of time.

Arp – Pastoral Symphony: I. Dominoes II. Infinity Room (posted September 3rd)

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Arp and Anthony Moore: FRKWYS Vol. 3. Lullabies for wide-eyed children destined for polymathematic stardom.

Arp and Anthony Moore- Spinette (posted on April the 5th)

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CFCF: The River. Mies Van der Rohe built an exquisite Canal de Amazonia to make Fitzcarraldo’s job easier.

CFCF- The River (Piano Version) (Posted November the 8th)

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Delia Gonzales & Gavin Russom – Track 5.  In everyone’s life there’s one album that has a disproportionate pull on you.  Something that, ‘objectively’ is very good, but which has an almost supernatural hold on you above and beyond that. An album which can evoke pure moments of transcendent bliss.  Imagine if, after five years a missing piece was released.

Delia Gonzalez & Gavin Russom – Track 5 (New Post)

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Hounds of Hate: Head Anthem. Organic ghost machine music that circles the sleeping victim like a shadow pygmy tribe armed with ancient spells of compelling abstraction.

Hounds of Hate- Purple Stuff (Posted November the 2nd)

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Hunx and his Punx: Gay Singles. Nuggetbagging, rather than teabagging. John Waters would be proud.

Hunx and his Punx- U Don’t Like Rock and Roll (New Post)

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Hype Williams: Find Out What Happens When People Stop Being Polite and Start Getting Reel.

Perchance the last addition to these terminal celebrations, and a timely one. Hype Williams have animated 20jazzfunkgreats séances with feeric liquors over which glide pixies imported from Chicago and Kingston, shouting their wares in a cloud of voodoo tags. Their gift is a graphic novel of panels that blur in Steranko fever. Sade drowns in an ocean of pavement syrup, while the chaotic transmissions of a thousand pirate radios converge in the neon sky above, like a Batman sign for much darker heroes

Hype Williams- The Throning (new post)

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International Feel: The Coptic Sun.That apocryphal chapter of Invisible Cities that Italo Calvino wrote under the influence of a particularly strong strain of Peyote, or the destination point of Conan’s pilgrimage if Thulsa Doom was only a conduit into the psychedelic stargate, rather than a dirty reptilian worshipper.

International Feel: The Coptic Sun (Posted September the 30th)

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Male Bonding: Nothing Hurts. Mixtape fodder for teenage punk heroes.

Male Bonding- Weird Feelings (new post)

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Mi Ami: Steal your Face. A growing crescendo calling out across decades of electric guitars, rusting in the salt heavy sea air.

Mi Ami- Dreamers (Posted April the 9th)

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Paul Rosales: Wonder Wheel I.  ‘Crimes’ is exactly the sort of thing we wanna hear when we’re selling out, its unselfconsciously wrought unplanned energy is our 20 inch rims, its atonality is our leather dashboard which we caress whilst cruising illicit streets to do deals with shadowy figures who hand us parcels full of the highest grade low fidelity shit which we now sell to you at the vastly inflated price of £0

Paul Rosales- Crimes (Posted July the 8th)

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Plug: S/T. This is our minimal wave. DIY electro-pop to take over your life.

Plug- Don’t Forget It (New Post)

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Pocahaunted: Make it Real. Block rocking beats that Big Daddy Kane could have freestyled over as delivered by the Shaggs’ feral skull faced reverse.

Pocahaunted- Make it Real (posted May 17)

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Skeletal System – s/t & Small Talk.  This is our dream-pop: full of watery ill defined shapes and haunted guitar lines.  Will surely be placing highly on Peel’s Festive Netherworld 50.

Skeletal System – Dialogue (posted April 23rd)

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VA: Deutsche Elektronische Musik. The sounds that rebuilt Germany, and built us.

Gila- This Morning (Posted May 11)

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As a bonus, we leave you with Harrison Owen’s video for Excepter’s Anastasia, included in The Late EP in Woodsist, riding the razor edge between sex and violence in the best tradition of the Psychoterrorist squad that taught us all, and the most fucked up of all transcendental meditators (circa Nadja, and pumped on colour).

We wish you a twisted transition across the no-man’s land between Christmas and the end of the Year, we shall be waiting for you on the other side.

Like footprints in interdimensional snow

Featuring : FWY + Hounds of Hate

At this point in the evolution of sound and soul everyone must have surely realised that Hounds of Hate are hot shit. I Like Triangles was 20jazzfunkgreats tune of choice for cruising down the humming corridors of the Invisible Hand in search for alien relics in the periphery of the Great Slow last year. if music is tech, then we are DARPA.

They are now releasing Head Anthem in Conan’s wonderful Italian Beach Babes label. Purple Stuff sounds to us like an unabashed tribute to Joker, Ginz and all those other Prince obsessed heads jacking Bristol’s underground, if only their white labels were produced by the sorcerer of thick whose most accomplished apprentice happens to be Ariel Pink. The result is organic ghost machine music that circles the sleeping victim like a tribe of binary pygmies armed with ancient spells of compelling abstraction.

Hounds of Hate- Purple Stuff

It was only a couple of weeks ago that we reported from the frozen mesas of the cold wave cowboy diaspora where Hostage Sex forage. Well, Edmund Xavier, the man behind such wonders has many other good things happening, all of which you can sample and acquire at the Burundi Cloud. We are, at this point, particularly taken by the existential roadside warrior trajectories of FWY– engulfed by its throbbing pickup truck motorik balladry we advance towards the vanishing point of a radioactive dawn signposted by an ensemble of dust devils, in the crosshairs of mutant snipers who forego the easy kill, overwhelmed by the poetic beauty of it all.

Or perhaps they don’t, hence the abrupt ending.

FWY-99 FWY

Get the rest of the EP here.

Dark♥

Featuring : E-Dancer + Hounds of Hate

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Kevin Saunderson is a flat out XXJFG hero. He was one of the holy trinity of awesome dudes that pioneered the Motor City techno sound we still fawn over so obsessively, and who as Inner City bestowed upon us all the God’s gift to any party that is Good Life, a tune that still makes our spines shudder with all manner of drunk emotion.

In a few months time KMS and Fabric records will be releasing History Elevate, a compilation of his remix work which collects not only a series of his own rejigs of other people’s work, but also lets a bunch of other dance types to have their way with Mr Saunderson’s intimidating back catalogue. This cut which comes to us courtesy of E-Dancer, one of his many alias, is a thing of slow motion astral beauty expanding like a skyline illuminated by twin suns edging closer and closer till they form an aerial Vesica piscis that brings tears to our jaded eyes.

E-Dancer – World of Deep

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Prowling the desolate streets of a London town thrown into eternal night-time darkness like a diam ante panther with mirrorball eyes, with a lick of their ruby red lips the dry ice beat-smiths behind Hounds of Hate appear to effortlessly conjure up the kind of dead eyed and decadent vampiric disco that was made to be blasted through cold chromatic cityscapes where everyone is cruising someone, their eyes always on the prize. Much like the unnerving Chicago grooves of Azari & III and the Kate Bush trapped inside a Precinct 13 disco vortex vibes of Parallels, Hounds of Hate are making house music pumped up with a vital dose of poison that’s pretty hard to resist from where we’re swaying.

Hounds of Hate – I Like Triangles