Category Archives: Majeure

Pilots of purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales

Featuring : Majeure + Rainbow Island

Today is all about things that move forward, and fast.

Rainbow Island come first. Their name, potentially inspired by the 1989 Amiga platform is apt. This drum and synth music definitely sounds like a good candidate to soundtrack the prances and jaunts of a Bubby and Bobby of Bubble Bobble fame, as they traverse a landscape so chromatically saturated it will make your eyes bleed, shooting wasps and caterpillars with their rainbow guns. They also make us think of Holy Fuck if they had been into Silver Apples instead of early noughts breakbeat, and even Add (n) to (x) if they regressed to some proto-human state like William Hurt in Altered States.

In Gigi Rally, Rainbow Island chart an alternative evolutionary path for video games soundtracks set in a counterfactual world where Babbage and Lovelace have made the analytical engine work, and graphics consist of the rapid movement of cardboard cutouts, like those pre-digital racing games writ large, or Balinese puppet robots on speed. Gigi Rally it this world’s Wipeout, and its physically, computationally and sonically pumping.

Rainbow Island – Gigi Rally

Get Crystal Smerluvio Riddims from Flying Kids or NO-FI recordings.

Then Majeure, whose latest release in Temporary Residence amps up the muscle ‘n’ throb to almost unbearable levels. Seeing him live at an excellent London show with Grails last week made us think of folk-hero John Henry’s legendary competition with the steel drill, if the machine was a Giger design, and the whole thing had been shot by John Carpenter in the style of the magic battle between Lo-Pan and Egg Shen at the end of Big Trouble in Little China.

Needless to say, the human wins this time, but instead of vanquishing the machine, becomes one with it, a cybernetic sprite surfing a virtual world of Silicon Graphics info-porn designed by a Mahavishnu Orchestra obsessed superintelligence.

Majeure – A Few More Pieces of Eight

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Cargo Cult Holiday

Featuring : Majeure


There’s an island in the Pacific Ocean that is covered, from shore to shore, with an exacting replica of an LA light industrial district circa 1978.  At night, when viewed from one of Google’s many spy satellites, it stands out against the impossibly black ocean; a series of orange grids, continually frustrated by the outline of the island itself.

No one lives here.

They arrive in boats.  They carry guns they’ll never use.  They open the rusting warehouses and retrieve their cars.  They drive the roads at night in a strange ceremony.  There is nowhere to go but the air is warm and the roads hug their wheels.

They are defined by their actions until dawn.  In turn they are defined by the island or by their participation in the island.  It’s a matryoshka doll of existential being out there.

As the sun peaks over the horizon, un-obscured by anything man made for hundreds of miles.  As the sunlight starts to cool the street lights and marshal the shadows in one direction.  As the lights of the cars lose their potency forcing them back to the wharfs.  At that moment a song plays on the island’s one, unmanned, radio station.  It’s always this song.

Majeure – Falcon Searider

Falcon Searider — providing the name for all my videogame avatars henceforth — is taken from Majeure‘s Romance Language 12″ that came out on Temporary Residence last year. You can still get hold of it here.

We inexplicably slept on it while vicious storms threw the seabed over our coastal home.  I’m not saying that the low-contrast bliss that emanates from this record might have protected us, but…

Best of 2009 #2: The names of snakes

If you are one of those kindred souls who delights in the mysteries of the uncanny, willing moth floating in the periphery of the psychedelic no-light, then this will be a year you shalt remember. With many arts have wicked sorcerers enchanted our souls in 2009, their eerie and powerful melodies flexing like psychic tendrils to pry open portals scarred with grimacing faces past which a blinding light shines. Because life is nothing but a sort of animated death, so by staring into its hollowed eyes, we remember what makes us human and rejoice, illuminated.

In this post we go into these Gothic lands and beyond, to embrace the propulsive spirit of true progressive music, which races past and above the warbled notebooks of the mundane and take us to a world where everything is possible. Pegassus takes the star child on its stride and into the land of epsilon, we are riding shotgun. There is room for more, there is space for all, step in.


Belbury Poly– From an Ancient Star- In a house made of paper, a girl named Marianne, distracted by a glowing screen and it’s analogue warnings of dirty water fails to notice the ancient stones closing in outside.

Blues Control– Local Flavor- The chalk drawing of a mandala in the brick wall of the basement opens the door to a dimension where snakes with leathery wings twitch to the tune of a mad organist.

Boredoms – Super Roots 10 – n hallucinated odalisques whisper into the ears of the God of Thunder tempting him so that he can get the Dyonisian party rolling, why don’t we get Lindstrom involved in this bitch?

Cloaks – Versus Grain – When the bass speaks it coughs up ash and broken bone first.

The DetachmentsThe Flowers That Fell (Thee Four Horsemen remix) – One of our own stalks The Detachments original through blue lit corridors and across tranquil woods, its collar turned up on its impeccable rain coat, its hand hidden until the glorious moment at 3:48…

Emika – Drop The Other (Scuba Vulpine Remix) – As it beats and pounds inside her chest, watch out for the smile on her face when “it” finally breaks through those fragile ribs.

Fuck Buttons – Tarot Sport- We couldn’t put it better than HEALTH: ‘prog music for 13 year olds with beards’

Factory Floor – Lying -A rain slick 24 track Loop in the church of Neu! bring preached at from beyond.

Gatekeeper – Optimus Maximus EP- Diamond tipped Giallo talons scratch the stony face of Nitzer Ebb, the ensuing trashing is something to remember.

Hind Ear – Coconut – Rolling organic waves of pastoral beauty.  The 70s Agfa to Fever Ray’s b/w Ilford.

The Horrors – Sea Within a Sea – A love letter to a more metronomic time.  One of the most pleasant surprises of the year.

ΤΗΞ LΔΖΣ– Spacetime Fabric Conditioner- Sexy stories that the Alpha mother dwarf recounts in her catacomb while the gods crack mountains in the barren surface of a demon-ridden world Mahavishnu Orchestra didn’t dare to tell you about.

Oneida- Rated R- I crafted bow and arrow with the bones of my forebears, and climbed up the snowy the mountain to hunt the Pterodactyl.

Prince Rama of Ayodhya – Zetland- Cinnamon scented snuff for Ennio Morricone to clear his nose before getting on with the soundtrack for the Holy Mountain.

Teeth of the Sea – The space disco soundtrack for the sex bits in God of War, if they had been shot by Pier Paolo Pasolini

Throbbing Gristle – The Third Mind Movements – Back in the kidneys of our creators.  Filtering out your life and leaving you meat.  Pure, grinding, bliss.


This is the year when that unholy union and grim phoenix of obsidian which Zombi are reached, with Spirit Animal, the apex of their transversal trip towards the abyss where all our nightmares meld lascivious into each other. Alas, it seems unlikely they will populate our nocturnal path home with invisible, unimaginable horrors again.

But despair we shouldn’t, because both Steve Moore and A.E. Paterra are to continue tormenting our feeble minds with macabre melodies in their own separate and wild-eyed ways. You have heard your fair share of remixes concocted by the former in these pages, now check out the hellish motorik cavalcade which is Teleforce, as included in ‘Timespan’, a one and half (or double if you dare play the slab of esoteric geometrics) sided album recently released by the latter”s incarnation, Majeure, in Temporary Residence.

Analogue banshees cry for your soul,  surrender.

Majeure- Teleforce


Oneohtrix Point Never’s Zones Without People was the point in the sky where the red clouds of dusk touch the glistening sea. Russian Sea is the energy of the primeval forces, physically embedded or configured as networks of hungry potentiality which swarm and twitch under the surface, waiting to devour the unwary listener with jaws made of light.

Oneohtrix Point Never- Russian Mind

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Our last addition is something which we heard this year but will actually be released on a 2010 which is already looking swell- it comes from the always excellent vaults of Permanent Vacation, and it goes by the name of Mandarinen Träume- it is an absolutely mindblowing compilation of kosmische musique produced in the Deutsche Demokratische Republik between 1981 and 1989, as put together by Florian Sievers.

The excellent press release we received with the album frames the compositions herein contained as ‘escapes into the above’ from the claustrophobic confines of a totalitarian state, and we couldn’t have put it any better than that, just slide between the perfect sheets of heart-achingly beautiful 3D soundscapes projected from your speakers in Reinhard Lakomy’s Eswachst Das Gras Nicht Über Alles, and visualise mankind’s struggle for liberation from a concrete planet of brutalistic architecture dominated by shadowy forces as directed by Rene Laloux and soundtracked by Jean Michelle Jarre at the Moonwalk epic style height of his powers. And surge.

Reinhard Lakomy- Eswachst Das Gras Nicht Über Alles

Some of the images for this post were provided by masters of things that perhaps should not be but thankfully are Tommyboy.


For those of you rattling around London this Friday, one of your faithful XXJFG brothers will be DJing in the basement of Jaguar Shoes from around midnight. Come and shake bones. Obligatory Facebook event here.


Coughing Ice

Featuring : I Am Cosmos + Majeure

Because this apocalyptic year of financial fears and glacial colds has got to be kicked off in total style, there you have a couple of tunes of frozen beauty with a warm and beautiful heart beating deep inside the synthetic ice, happy 09 everyone.


I am The Cosmos‘ Final Form is a contemplative kernel of absolute joy. It sounds like spinning inside a golden spiral straight off a Philip Jose Farmer trip which connects this sad world around which we stumble and ramble to A-Ha’s version of Valhalla, while being bombarded with fragmentary snippets downloaded from Sonny Crockett’s sweetest dream. Another one you can use to soundtrack tearful reminiscences sitting on the chasis of your testarossa in a lonely Miami Beach as the sun rises in the distance, I am Cosmos remix Sally Shapiro now please.

I am Cosmos- Final Form

Blue Icebergs

Majeure is AE Paterra’s side project. In case you didn’t know, he plays drums and synths in our most favourite sexily macabre outfit Zombi, it does show in the wondrous metronomic delirium of alien melodic spirals which Venture is. Hello there, this is the sound of your leaping silently focussed across the immense Antarctic white, sky of the purest blue above  criss-crossed by the threatening shape of a black helicopter, this is the sound of a convoluted DNA gothic cathedral ready to collapse in the surface of a bubble of spittle hanging from the tip of your cruel jaws, just one second before John Carpenter starts shooting. Welcome home.

Majeure- Venture

Majeure shall be hopefully releasing an album later on this year, we shall keep you posted.