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20jazzfunkgreats best of 2010: Paranormal Beauty Contest

As we approach thee end of 2010, we open the gun locker, gaffer tape a flashlight to our pump action shotgun and slide into the vietcong tunnels of what went on this year. There be monsters there.

Being the all encompassing unstandardised weirdoes that we are, we make no attempt at ranking our choices, or to classify them by format. We just about manage to drop them into different buckets which aren’t quite genres, but a chromatic scale of the kirlian aura colours that they impressed upon us.

Let’s begin with black. Things that go slash in the night.

Chris Carter – The Space Between: Optimo music present to us a resurrected artefact from the dawn of our current philosophies.  Instrumental sides to the freestyle battles of Gods.

Chris Carter – Clouds (posted 2008)

Cold Waves and Minimal Electronics Vol. 1.: An urban survival guide for the modern existential hero. Can be read as a cyberpunk anthology, or as a collection of fashion tips for the cavalcade of the damned.

Eleven Pond- Watching Trees (posted in 2009)

Florene – Homemade Extacy. Those blips you see breaking the speed limit in your radar, lt. Strumpf, as you swig on your hip flask behind a battered roadside advert in the scorching Texan night, they aren’t your average joy riders. No, they are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and they are looking for a rave.

Florene- Homemade Extacy (new post)

Gatekeeper: Giza.Herr Mannheim, I think that upgrading the operating system of our robotic assembly line with a code sequence downloaded from an anonymous source located somewhere in the sidereal voids wasn’t such a hot idea.

Gatekeeper- Serpent (posted Dec 6th)

Indian Jewelry: Totaled. Dorothy is bored in her house in the middle of the desert. A whirlwind takes her to a world of impossible colour . She jacks a pickup truck and storms down the yellow paths with her gang of metal men and talking beasts, under a black cloud of flying monkeys. Oz is toppled and anarchy ensues.

Indian Jewelry- Excessive Moonlight (posted May 18th)

Liars: Sisterworld. This is the sort of pop music that fills the airwaves in those desolate places where prepubescent worshippers of a pagan cult slaughtered all the adults.

Married in Berdichev: Readying. Walking down the private collection of the Hunterian museum at night, where beauty stands still, preserved in aspic.

Married in Berdichev- I Need the Sun (posted July 27th)

Model Man – Shouldn’t I be Dead by Now? Dry ice and airbrushed laser beams thunder over a brutal coastline as Tron’s less binary characters engage in fatalistic plans for their escape.

Model Man – Shouldn’t (posted October 18th)

Mueran Humanos: S/T. The dead are not quiet in Mueran Humanos’ album. Within, walls continue upright, bricks meet, floors are firm, and doors are sensibly shut. Silence lies steadily against the wood and stone. And we who walk here… walk alone.

Mueran Humanos: Festival de las Luces (New post)

Psychic Ills- FRKWYS 4: Doomsday ragas kinaesthetically synchronised with the infra-red output of the Predator’s mask, while manhunting in the Arabian desert.

Psychic Ills- Mantis (Juan Atkins Remix) (Posted August 26th)

Puerto Rico Flowers: 4. Me and Bauhaus getting it on in the abandoned abattoir (a love story).

Puerto Rico Flowers: Let’s Make Friends (new post)

Salem – King Night: Filling 20JFG’s lungs with bewitching dreams since 2008, Salem deliver the album that brushes past any middling concerns of genre partisans.  Exquisite beauty lurking beneath waves of delay and syrup.

Salem – Frost (New Post)

Scorpion Violente: Uberschleiss. The Gabber Meinhof aren’t a wild bunch of decadent noisemongers hellbent on collapsing society by industrial means. No, they are the research & development department of the survivalist massive, prototyping sonic armaments to be deployed against the undead hordes crawling from an oversubscribed hell.

Scorpion Violente: Viol et Revanche (posted October 18th)

Teeth of the Sea: Your Mercury. Sexual transcendence you achieve while your flesh dissolves under the leathery wings of the bat people of The Beastmaster.

Teeth of the Sea: A.C.R.O.N.Y.M. (posted October the 7th)

Xander Harris – Urban Gothic Synth drenched ode to Brian Keene.  A mix tape of all our favourite horror scores ripped to shreds and assembled into terrifyingly catchy shapes.

Xander Harris – Opening Credits (posted August 20th)

Negative Phase Lock

We wonder which abandoned military bases did Scorpion Violente raid for their vicious armaments, under a full moon surely. What we don’t doubt is that in due time they will be approached by dour spooks with craggy faces, cropped hair and suspicious bulges under their cheap polyester jackets with some questions about the illegal footprint of their pervert mambo. There are severe protocols that forbid the deployment of dual use armaments by civilians- say, the components of decommissioned Grauzone-class missiles originally developed by the DDR from which Scorpion Violente have assembled their drum machines, or the riot-control emetic projectors whose blueprints inspired the malevolent synthetic currents that animate their skeletal romps. Or the corrupted variants of beauty-destroying Anthrax in which they dab their guitars at the beginning of every show.

We also fear that these agents of security organisations denominated by cryptic acronyms, based in Geneva, Langley, Sebastopol, will never be see their unsuspecting families again, for Scorpion Violente are not civilians but suicide commandos of a nihilistic conspiracy aimed at collapsing societal structures with judiciously administered shocks of skronk und rumble. And they are terrifyingly good at their job. Just listen to this.

Scorpion Violente- Viol et Revanche

Scorpion Violente’s Uberschleiss album will be coming out on the 22th of October on AVANT! Records.

Will Burnett, aka Speculator, of Grackle and Galaxy Toobin’ fame has something very cool going at WT Records. After introducing you to Pagan Future’s Laser Edged techno last week, now we bring you Model Man (an alter ego for Le Hague’s DJ Overdose), whose ‘Shouldn’t I be Dead by Now?’ EP is a wonderful strut through the avenues of that mythical citadel of Ulthar that 20jazzfunkgreats oft visit in day-dream reveries induced by intoxicating musics. In it we find quotes to the peer-reviewed production of 1960s instinctive astrophysicists, and schlocky stills that buzz with an eerie Carpenterian purr, searing shards of synthetic purity retrieved from Throbbing Gristle’s cancerous swamp, and even holographic postcards from a Rimini that survives in the coke-impacted memories of aged Italian lotharios.

A melange of our obsessions then.

Model Man- Shouldn’t

Shouldn’t is, of course, everyone’s advice to a nubile Jamie Lee Curtis staring into the light spilling from a door ajar at the end of the dark corridor. Shouldn’t, but will. The twin ghost forces of sex and death wouldn’t have it any other way. Model Man stares over her shoulder as she approaches her rendezvous with the knife.