An xxjfg archive for posts featuring IGETRVNG.
“I’ve finally (finally) compiled a mix tape for 20JFG. And it is a mixtape in the most literal sense of the word. From my Technics 1200 to my Nakamichi deck to Audacity (for the digital transfer, of course) to you. So, no crossfades or beat matching, but plenty of strange cassette malfunction. It’s called Static Gravity…
So, the lovely folks at RVNG have come up with the goodies once again, this time it is Purple Brain (aka Bumrocks and Jason from Hey Convict!) at the helm of the transdimensional space jetty who sail across murky wormholes eventually arriving at the darken lair of the funk butcher, this is a mix which…
You know we are on an odyssey to build the celestial disco, an aural dark cellar space where a balaclava-clad dude wearing a non-ironic pink flamingos gradient t-shirt spins lovely ultra-committed dance music such as this for you awesome people to enjoy in an eternal progression across the juxtaposed countries of JOY/CLASS/SWEAT. Gino Soccio’s never…
After the barbarian tide of punk rock hit the grey walls of reality and rolled back, leaving behind a battlefield covered in tabloid headlines and furious music, there came post-punk. Grim-faced kids stared at the evil spires raising in the toxic mist, and realising that the demolition of existing structures was nigh impossible they decided…
Like the Wu once said, it’s all about the labels. Gotta love Ghostface’s moccasins. And this music, coming from those underground stalwarts who are claiming back the dancefloor for the freaks to boogie tres classy. The arrival of a Permanent Vacation promotional device to the halls of thee 20Jazzfunkgreats curmudgeons is celebrated with the kind…
The image of Snake Plissken advancing stealthy down the mesas, sliding in between the small flows of life that flourish in the desert at night like a shark tracking down the scent of his prey in the air so still, desert foxes, coyotes and wild dogs staring on his wake like a visitation from a…
(Where we continue the space trip, with an spiritual twist) If your astral body were to elevate into the sky and further, past cotton clouds, outside into the last confines of the atmosphere, and float there like Christ in that Dali painting, surrounded by metal teardrops and satellites of love with the blackness of space…