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Welcome back Jonas Reinhardt.  Welcome back to 20JFG, where we’ll attempt to describe your music, ethereal as it is.  And this time you’ve bought a friend.  And that friend is a moon.

We’ve slept on this one a bit — somewhat fittingly as our ability to post music is occasionally measured on a planetary timeframe.  But here we are with an album that accompanies a feature length film.  A film about Ganymede, a moon of Jupiter that may well support life under its icy surface.

Malevolence In Blue comes towards the end of the album (you can hear the final track, Lox Moon coming in at the end).   It’s a rare moment of momentum on an album largely focussed on texture.  A moment of consciousness within the watery maelstrom of nature that occupied the other tracks.

Jonas Reinhardt – Malevolence In Blue

Malevolence In Blue is taken from Jonas Reinhardt’s album + film, Ganymede.  You can pick up a copy of both right here.

Best of 2011, part II: Resurrection of the Synthesist

Given our name, it’s no secret that we gorge on electronic sound, be it discomforting or transcendent.  Guttural or sublime.

We’re forever wary of confirmation bias but this year does seem to have seen wave upon wave of synth based music.  Not just music that features a synth but music that’s built around the synth, great cathedrals constructed to encapsulate the idea of making synthetic sounds that by their design are alien and other.  Except, they’re not anymore.  Thirty years of indoctrination has made the music of the synths mean something else.  A piece of retro nostalgia at one moment, something transgressive the next.  Often extremely beautiful in that airbrushed way that was once cliche but now — as the world folds in on its credit default swapped self –seems aspirational; utopian.

So this then, is our loosely assembled collection of synth focussed tracks which, like a good Bela Tarr movie, create a world and give us time to think within its borders.

 

Jonas Reinhardt: Eos, the Dawn In 2011, Jonas Reinhardt returned to these warm zones: constantly maintained by solar winds and the unfathomably complex gravitational dance moves of the planets.

Speeding through the heavens of blue refracted light that bounce freely off of vast glassed worlds, before slowing to take in the cresting of a sun over its many orbiting bodies.  Eos, the Dawn holds itself in a perfect moment before the god of arpegiated synth pulses rises from her slumber to usher in a new day.  Below a strange planet populated by sentient piers springs into life, their symbiotic Wurlitzers emerging out of the wooden decks like budding flowers to pipe a salute to the new day.

Jonas Reinhardt – Eos, the Dawn

Buy: Music for the Tactile Dome

 

Gatto Fritto: S/T Beachy Head is a beautiful suicide spot in the Sussex coast not far away from Brighton. It is the place depicted in the front cover of Throbbing Gristle’s 20jazzfunkgreats, and soundtracked in a most foreboding manner in the selfsame record. It also seems to be a place that Gatto Fritto, one of the most accomplished sages of the neo-Kosmische diaspora has given some thought to. His Beachy Head is a wonderful quantum waltz that stares not at the maelstrom swirling below, but at a night sky above, where subtle shifts in the luminosity of the constellations reveal a soothing message of galactic rebirth.

Gatto Fritto: Beachy Head

Buy: S/T.

 

Eric Enocksson: Apan Ramble through the hazy palace of your past, and into a cellar of gentle ruins where you collect memories of those pets that grew up with you, and grew old and frail and one day, died.  Bask in the portentous sadness of a wordless farewell, sweetened by the remembrance of the joy that was, and your ability to love, which is also the root of all your tears.  Now picture a dynasty of galactic shepherds whose flock is of planets and constellations, and of the races that thrived and decayed and perished therein, their affection and ache as great as yours, but stretched over aeons of blackness, interrupted by a blinding light, once in a while, once in a while.

Across which echoes a song like this.

Erik Enocksson – IV

Buy: Apan.

 

Borden/Ferraro/Godin/Halo/Lopatin: FRKWYS Vol. 7 One of the many strands that compose our love of music made with synthesisers is its ability to describe nature in a medium that is completely abstracted from.  As the sounds become more sythesised the creator’s intent is more nakedly revealed and in this instance, the feeling of drifting into night — which let’s face it is pretty fucking abstract — is conjured from the minds of the song’s participants.  Droning waves of synths layer each other like laser coloured veils until more excited flourishes tweet their arrival like thousands of birds of pure light arising for the gloom.

Borden, Ferraro, Godin, Halo & Lopatin – Twilight Pacific

Buy: FRKWYS Vol. 7

 

Harald Grosskopf: Synthesist (Reissue) Picture the collection of delicate vibrations through which sound is transported across air as a nascent civilisation of golden-skinned homunculi toiling in barren lands, developing in a super-compressed evolutionary process a theory of the mind and language. If the stars are our destination, then we must be theirs, for they populate our sensory system with awe-inspiring structures that will thrive long after a supernova of silence has obliterated the system whence they arrived. Harald Grosskopf is the Deus-ex-Machina behind this beautiful infiltration, the all-knowing watchmaker that set this process in movement. He is their God, I wouldn’t be surprised if he became ours too.

Harald Grosskopf- Synthesist

Buy: Synthesist

 

Food Pyramid: Food Pyramid III Food Pyramid don’t (need to) mention anything eluding to German 60s/early 70s music in their email to us, but as with the Boredoms, Juan Atkins, Holy Fuck, Death in Vegas, Fuck Buttons, The Time and Space Machine, Deerhunter, Gavin Russom, Oneida, Lindstrom or P.I.L. – reading between the lines gives us great delight.

Food Pyramid – E-Harmony

Buy: Food Pyramid III.

 

S.C.U.M.: Again into Eyes When teenagers making epic industrial goth by way of southend on sea make a first album on Mute records team up with the combined production talents of Ken and Jolyon Thomas you might expect something interesting. Again into Eyes goes beyond anything you’d expect as a first album, beyond the combined age and wisdom of all involved. If this is their first offering, then personally we cannot wait for more.

S.C.U.M – Whitechapel

Buy : Again into Eyes

 

Rene Hell: The Terminal Symphony Rene Hell gives us large hadron collider tickets to an abstract universe where Andrei Tarkovski directed Tron, and Terry Riley teamed up with Aphex Twin to make the soundtrack. BLAM.

Rene Hell – Lighthouse Marvel

Buy: The Terminal Symphony.

 

Moon Gangs: S/T Moon Gangs  plug a whole array of synthetic apparatus into the output devices of our planetary sensory system, thus generating a tape, the latest episode in an invisible collection of factual documentaries through which generation after generation of stargazing weirdoes (Tangerine Dream, Klaus Schulze, Terry Riley, Ligeti, Lindström, OPN, etc.) have attempted to reveal a truth that can’t be spoken.

Moon Gangs – Sea

Buy: S/T (sold out soz)

 

IFEEL Studio: Morgengruss III IFEEL Studio stretches fingers of gold into the core of the galaxy, and the deepest recesses of the human heart to grasp the mysteries of love, and scatter them into the wind. From these seeds grows a mighty tree under whose shadow we rest in a furious summer afternoon, eating cheese and bread like humble and satisfied shepherds, humming a melody of beauty and peace.

IFEEL Studio – Watching Stars Over The Rubicon Beltway

Buy: Morgengruss III

 

Zombi: Escape Velocity Escape Velocity is a new instantiation of our manifesto: numinous motorik disco for emergent new era cults, party music for the post-singularity hivemind, the blueprint of an interstellar motorway where a suicidal priesthood accelerates its sexy silver machines towards the ultimate event horizon.

Zombi – DE3

Buy: Escape Velocity.

 

Mist: House Mist’s House is a collection of prophesies about the day-to-day of our poly-mathematic future, and a tribute to the pioneering work of the Kosmische school that first calibrated its main parameters, and anticipated its sentiment.

In it, the fundamental relations in the science of harmony are expressed mechanically by marshalled regiments of numbers marching with irresistible power

Mist – Twin Lanes

Buy: House

 

Deep Earth: House of Mighty Deep Earth lash out with the pent-up energy of a zillion Zenta laser panthers as they lunge forward, not to snap your neck with mighty fangs of antediluvian vintage, but to carry you dangling from their mouth into exotic lands of strife and illumination like a psychedelic version of He-Man’s Battle Cat, dreamed up in some German progressive commune circa 1976.

Deep Earth – House of Mighty II

Buy: House of Mighty

 

Thug Entrancer: Case  Mounting a late surge into this list Thug Entrancer’s email popped into our swamp-like inbox linking us to Volume 1 and 2 of Tropics Mind.  Pulling in Carpenter synth workouts, Juke influences and more ambient meanderings they’re nothing if not superbly ambitions explorations of synth driven dance music.

Whereas initially they volumes seem arbitrary, volume 1 soon reveals itself as a finely honed, low key Juke inspired, bubbling gem.  With only Spiritual Growth losing the frantic rhythm of its peers, opting instead for a spot on the Carpenter/Goblin axis of tension/terror.  Volume 2 seems more focused on the aforementioned Carpenter/Goblin/(slowed)-Italo synth driven genre…we still haven’t got a suitable name for.  [We suck at genres]  From which Case comes.

Thug Entrancer – Case

Buy: Tropics Mind

 

Throbbing Gristle: all of it (re-mastered reissues) All of them.  On vinyl.  Get them now.  Even if they’re not really ‘synth’ albums — in the same way that David Lynch isn’t really a pop star.

Buy: ALL THE THINGS

You Feel as if You’re Floating on Air

Jonas Reinhardt return to these warm zones: constantly maintained by solar winds and the unfathomably complex gravitational dance moves of the planets.

Speeding through the heavens of blue refracted light that bounce freely off of vast glassed worlds, before slowing to take in the cresting of a sun over its many orbiting bodies.  Eos, the Dawn holds itself in a perfect moment before the god of arpegiated synth pulses rises from her slumber to usher in a new day.  Below a strange planet populated by sentient piers springs into life, their symbiotic Wurlitzers emerging out of the wooden decks like budding flowers to pipe a salute to the new day.

Jonas Reinhardt – Eos, the Dawn

Music for the Tactile Dome came out a few weeks back on Not Not Fun and is limited to 650 so go get!

 

Early Spirit visit us with a ghostly re-imagining of Carpenter’s canonical Assault of Precinct 13 theme.  Full on Dubstep tropes abound but actually end up providing cover for a breathless-synth driven excursion through the night.  Even the brief break simply fractures as The Hypnotist slips back into the early morning cruise round blue-hued streets.

Early Spirit – The Hypnotist

The Hypnotist is taken from the album of the same name and is out 13th June.  You can order it from Early Spirit’s bandcamp right here.

The Titular Beast

A guitar stab emerges from the gothic, reverberating haunts of giallo throb and vocal gristle, heralding the ascension from such dark concerns back towards the infinite.  The pervasive congested atmosphere of so much of the recent night clears to reveal the pure arpegiated beauty, the breathless kiss, of a rumbling Lost Highway.  The mechanised violence of tarmac supplanted by the smooth gleam of neon.  The static hiss, the tape distortion, all gone; dropped away in the face of a series of muscular analogue harmonics.

Jonas Reinhardt returns with the new album Powers of Audition on Kranky, from which Near A Mirrored Pit Viper is taken.  In a delightful piece of synchronicity Jonas’ explanation of the album’s title seems to sum up 20JFG’s approach to nearly all the music we post:

“Each of the songs is meant to engage the listener’s innate power of audition to fill in intentionally left blanks. These occur throughout the recording where there is either diminished narrative resolution or explicit sectional movement meant to provoke an auditory response.”

Jonas Reinhardt – Near A Mirrored Pit Viper


Exploding with the bass haunted thump of the titular beast, Spectral Empire’s monster stalks the eternal labyrinth, here relocated to Pompeii and imbued with the relentlessness of lava.  Cascading, wailing guitar solos, swamped beneath the molten surface of its remorseless, chest pound of a beat, engage in a persistent struggle to lift themselves away from the boiling, heaving surface.  Yet the hooves continue to shake the air with their clipped digital bass hits, synth lines curled around them – defiant serpents, eyes glistening in the heat haze.  The whole, collapsing at the end of its epic journey, weighed down by the intensity of its footsteps looking up in time to see the spectral essence of the tormenting guitar lines ascend in the rising ash.

Spectral Empire delivered The Minotaur to the world on a limited 12″ way back in the winter nights of 2008.  To prepare us all for their forthcoming residency at Land of Kings, Thisisnotanexit are re-unleashing the 12″ digitally via the your chosen purveyor of MP3s (at a higher bitrate than this).

Spectral Empire – The Minotaur

For those readers waking up to this post in and around NYC, 20JFG would like to point you in the direction of this party tonight, featuring the beloved Hugo Capablanca, a man responsible for bringing 20JFG to Berlin…among his other sins.

The Sea, the sea, the sea.

New day rising over the spires of 20JFG’s demesne, we awake stronger than yesterday. Why?

Because we have a new recruit, christened 20Jazzfunkgreats Dan. We have known Dan for a long time, he’s been feeding us recommendations and things with enviable gusto since the day we met, plus we have collaborated on a number of sweet projects, you know, The Do, 13 Monsters, Love Saves the Day, Hungry for Power or the Telepathe remix collabs- he’s one of the good guys, and an excellent friend. Like us, he dwells in the murky soundspaces where things get weird and exciting, is it punk, is it disco? Who cares, as long as it’s got a groove and an attitude. So, we thought that rather than imperfectly transmitting his tips via this Tesla antenna of the netherworld, we might as well get him on board behind the controls knowing rather well that you’ll love what he has to say, welcome him at the mail-box below please, it’s on.

Music Hall Organ

Haunted music halls – their organs playing sad songs under the ravishing eastern seas.  Cyclopean forms sashaying around each other in the freezing depths.  Their blood rising and falling with the celestial arpeggios of one Jonas Reinhardt.

A young girl stands in the dark, feet clasped around the damp pebbles of the beach, out of reach of the claws of the sea.  Stars above her penetrate the clouds, beams illuminating the turbulent water.  Awesome shapes momentarily glimpsed in the troughs of the waves.

Jonas Reinhardt – How To Adjust People

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photo by Lee Rushworth

A flat sea lit by infinite jetties of Crocketian excess.  Sleek yachts deathly still in their moorings.  The conspiracy of their impossible symmetry visible only from above, hanging in the cloudless night, or below in the warm throbbing abyssal depths.

The purple night laid out before her older self, wooden platforms leading out across the sea offering up each boat’s bass heavy delights.  A network of unobtainable ritual dances.  Moving between the vessels, stars vibrate as a precursor to the bacchanalian delights on offer.

She pauses, the infinite possibilities of the night on water beneath her feet.  Adrenaline bubbling to a peak, managed, subsiding, then surging once more.  The anticipation paralysing her in ecstatic indecision…

for six minutes and thirty five seconds.

Rhythim Is Rhythim – Kao-Tic Harmony

Tarot tower

Moments before dawn on the stony eastern shore.  A casually brittle wind cracking the crests of the waves as they build up anew.  High on the cliffs above, a tower stands at the edge of the world.  Its lone window facing out towards the sea, its views permanently filled with water.

In the tower lives an inventor.  Her hair greyed now, wiry, neat and straight.  She moves in the gloom of the fading night, turning dials, plugging and unplugging a mass of ancient cables from the face of a vast machine – Its true size and nature buried within the cliffs below.  On the ceiling of the tower is painted a map of the sky, its paint chipped and fading.  The inventor looks up from time to time, momentarily considering the shape of the stars before redoubling her efforts among the snaking wires and dials.

Light breaks through the window behind her, bouncing off the stirring sea.  She does not turn from her task, but instead, unleashes her work on the great machine, back out onto the waves.

Laurie Spiegel – Three Modal Pieces (1983) III A Myth