An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Lord Boyd.
Dear 20JFG, The portal that you provide back to my former life — all glittering floors and narrow streets — continues to be very much appreciated. I have made repeated excursions this week, attempting to pierce the membrane that keeps me from you; a needle repeatedly stopped in time, on the verge. But to…
Deep Earth return to the pages of 20JFG with a track from their split with Food Pyramid (who took the time to leave a lengthy comment on Monday’s post — both post and comment are well worth reading). Kontraband teases as a synth led Miami Vice Balearic stormer, all mid-2000′s slo-disco swagger. Yet the Bladerunner…
A dagger, a grave, a cold wet mist hanging in the air. A sunset, a rocky beach, a concrete jetty. A dank London street, orange glows, enticingly awful food. Late 90s electronica, ghostly Ch-House vocals, BASS. None of these things are in order. Like the opening of a Herzog-ian documentary on an invented tribe…
On a warm Iberian island under purple skies. On the gentle cliffs above the glistening midnight blue sea. On the flat roof-cum-balcony of a white washed villa. On a wicker chair, padded with soft white cushions. She sits. And watches the stars unfold. They twinkle infinitely in patterns of such astounding beauty that the only…
Time trapped in the Forbidden Zone of our gilded capital affords plenty of opportunity to cultivate that particular blend of alienation that’s only curtailed by the mp3-playing-device welded to our pockets. It takes a special brand of familiar to keep the calluses from forming on our dark souls – something that sits on the wrong…