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The lord strolls in view

Featuring : B&Gs + Miracles Club

At the end of ‘All that Jazz’, Bob Fosse, the king of lizard dancers which was obvious inspiration to our favourite late moonwalking alien bids life goodbye in the most grand of manners, surrounded by rotating Metropolis mannequins, a band of feline KISS-lookalikes, dancers clad in catsuits tattooed with a constellation of blood vessels, and an assorted variety of wondrous glam freaks. As his heartbeat accelerates towards its vanishing point, we witness that classic moment of levitation towards the pearly gates where that essence of Aphrodite he had always chased awaits for him with a suggestive pose. Never fails to give me goosebumps.

Well, you could imagine the soft jazz coda that soundtracks this transition into a higher state of nothingness, or perhaps something-ness, fading into the tunnel of sonic white which is Miracles Club’s ‘Light of Love’, a perfect introduction to whatever lies beyond, if whatever lies beyond is everything we had hoped for. We knew we were onto something special when we stumbled upon them just as last year experienced its very own demise, and this but confirms all our  expectations- if Silent Shout was dusk, then Light of Love is dawn, a piano driven mini-epic which comes across like Hercules and Love Affair if they were into the United States of America, wave after wave of pure joy washing over us with that wondrous combination of feeric energy and material dance throb you can find at the core of everything we stand for.

Miracles Club- Light of Love

Miracles Club have their debut 12 coming out really soon, we shall let you know when it’s out.

I was commenting with the tallest member of the coterie of conspirators on which this whole space is based how we tend to have a majority of instrumental musics populating our dusty shelves and grotesque furniture. Why this so? I’ve given it some thought, and come up with a negative reason, and a positive one.

On the negative side, I guess many of the vocal production styles that dominate these days, at least in the non-fuzz & drang extreme of the spectrum are not so hot to our ears, or sound contrived, or excessively influenced by a small number of references, Animal Collective it’s all your fault. And then there is the blight of autotune.

But let’s focus more on the positive side, like the life-affirmed forever beaming through buck teeth scarecrows that we are. On the positive side, look, Kosmische and dance music are two of the reference points that inform our trajectory, and vocals never played a big role on those, at least in the traditional pop way. Instead, you get some Japanese dude ululating or speaking in tongues, or a synthesis of the glorious hedonistic celebration of the sweaty moment that dance music is- voice as the instrument and agent of the final push off the cliff of reality and into Elysium. And then there is of course, the soundtrack side of things- for better or worse, we like to paint images on the awesome canvas that music is, drawing on a bunch of disparate influences – books that would have never written if the supply of Amphetamines in the Californian underground hadn’t been of pharmaceutical grade, films that would have never been made if people weren’t so fucked up, a cybernetic utopia etc. Easier to do when the story is there for the telling.

So here you have another instrumental one, this time by enigmatic kids on the block B&Gs (as in Bare Girls), see what I say?

B&Gs- D_Dd (demo)

Or a perfect example of emotional abstraction which makes us think of a million chrysalis fluttering their eyelids inside the palpitating cocoons which lay scattered across the smooth valleys and hills of an anonymous planet, under the gaze of an alien sun and its scorched satellites. It’s got a nice early era slo-mo house melancholy vibe to it, like a love letter from a mainframe with circuits tracing the silhouette of a very distinctive and beautiful 80s face. Something wistful that can’t be reciprocated, like Demon Seed if it had been directed by John Hughes maybe? We’ve done it again.

For all you seekers out there

Featuring : Florene + Miracles Club

A New Year begins, a New Year where 20jazzfunkgreats will continue treading the echoey halls deep in the heart of the rocky mountain where a wealth of holy grails rest, of all sizes and materials, overflowing with pristine water, scented wine and translucent liquids over which glittering fairies hover with an emerald twinkle in their eye, every grail a gate and every sip a step into a path that burrows deep into the darkness, which is but a heartbeat of silence before new worlds appear in front of our eyes.

In spite of our curmudgeonly demeanour, we live in hope and anticipation, privileged to tell you about these things, just in case you didn’t know about them, and also listening, because you know so many things we don’t. At the end of the day this spot is but a rendezvous point for a covenant of kindred spirits-you and us- devising a hit parade and a hybrid vision for a fantastic underworld where magic is an everyday occurrence, where garages and cellars and rickety arrangements of technology activated by adventurous spirits act as hub and broadcasting spot for good, twisted and caring vibes.

Let the transmissions begin for a 2010 which we hope will be at least as exciting as the year past, step into the zone, and kick off the jams in a suitably epic manner, just to set the tone of the days to come.

It’s on.

First arrive Florene, from that hallucinated place criss crossed by demonic tornadoes and lit by purple sunsets which is Texas, portals into dimensions of uncanny power seem to be opening all over the state, kids with the right attitude sip into the inflowing manna and speak in tongues, we listen joyous.

Deal With It is to be included in Florene’s 2010 debut, tentatively titled ‘Homemade Ecstasy‘, which is as good a name as anyone could have thought of when considering the quality of the goods herein contained: A psy-trance tsunami sweeps the desert making acid flowers bloom, gamma ray glyphs glimmer in the sky over which invisible spiders spin a web of lightning, this is motorik music for a place with no roads. If Vitalic had recorded La Rock 01 after a peyote awakening it would have sounded a little bit like this. Some jam.

Florene- Deal With It

I can’t get out of my head the piano refrain sitting in the vanishing point  where all the sounds of Miracles Club’s ‘A New Love’ converge precise like the carefully arranged liquid lines of power in the Japanese print of an ancient seascape. It has put a spell on me me since I first stumbled upon this glorious piece of Elysian disco a few weeks back, because it embodies all that’s uplifting and wonderful  about dance music, a mysterious smile delivered by synthetic means and an accent on every step I take.

It is only rarely that one finds a lullaby able to make everyone in the room throw their hands in the air- think Naive Melody by Talking Heads. This is one such occasion, and a reason to celebrate. Miracles Club are surely touched by the golden fingers of Balihu. Good things to come, good things to come.

Miracles Club- A New Love

Miracles Club will be releasing a 12” and an album a bit later on in this year, we shall keep you posted.

Have a happy new year!