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Symbolic Demarcation

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No UFO’s returns to 20JFG with an album dedicated to his MPC.

This is dusk music, when the humidity clogs your throat.  An asphyxiated fever, causing the long shadows of the setting sun to pluck at your primal anxieties.  Like a Dub Laurie Spiegel ‘Symbolic Demarcation at 450 ms’ conjures up a post-commercial wasteland and then stalks it.  Hot and liquid, the relentless percussion inhabits those small alleys of concrete and corrugated metal; of chain-link fences and greasy fabric awnings.  A place where the smells and sounds of life haunt your senses but inhabitants remain elusive. Like Donald Sutherland chasing red shadows through Venice, but with less neck stabbing and more reverb.

No UFO’s – Symbolic Demarcation at 450 ms

No UFO’s MPC Tracks Vol.1 came out earlier this month and promptly sold out.  Another run is being readied so head over here for more info.

20JFG: bites #354

Featuring : ADR + No Ufo's
  • Public Information are a new label sticking records out on vinyl and digitally.
  • Public Information have been kind enough to contact us about their first two releases, one by ADR and the other by 20JFG fave No UFO’s.
  • Public Information seem committed to releasing electronic music from the 50s onwards.  We can get behind this


ADR‘s Jupiter Rising comes on like an unheard out-take from OHM . You find yourself lulled into the cascading world of patch cords and eastern percussion only to be interrupted be a reassuringly thudding piece of drum programming.  Somewhere between Cybertron (at 33rpm) and a Gamelan recital Jupiter Rising hits all our Akira fantasies in one.

ADR – Jupiter Rising

ADR’s album Solitary Pursuits comes out on Public Information on September 19th.

No UFO’s returns to these pastel pages with Less of Maybe Even… which is a delicious wormhole of a title even before you get to the gentle looping waves of sound within.  Suspended in what light penetrates the tumultuous surface of the sea, this final track on the 12″ spreads its arms in the cold ocean, serenely filling its lungs with water.  A very feint hint of life appearing with the hint of pipes as the track comes to a close.  Like the tree sprites of Princess Mononoke, a watchful presence and ever so slightly eerie.

Or…

Ambient loops take Eno’s Apollo: Atmospheres and Soundtracks to the ocean floor.

No UFO’s – Less Or Maybe Even…

No UFO‘s Mind Controls the Flood comes out on Public Information on October 10th

20jazzfunkgreats best of 2010: Those cracks in time

It was as if, glimpsed from the right angle, all of the attempts at categorisation had but cascaded into one. Moving the three lists back into their proper position temporarily solved this issue but the great list-master remained disturbed. For what could this mean, he thought. What were the semantic implications of this perilous discovery? Were the three lists secretly as one? What would the creators of the lists think of this? A year’s work, carefully separating and categorising reduced, by a tilt of the head, to a universal soup.

Darkstar – North. In the best possible sense, the synth-pop album of the year.

Echo Lake – In Dreams. Metronomic dream-pop for Black Lodge parties.

Echo Lake – In Dreams (posted May 20th)

Future Islands – In Evening Air. The house band for a desert plateau from which you can see only stars.

Future Islands – Inch Of Dust (posted May 13th)

Girl Unit – Wut.  Minimalist mirrorball-Bass. A torch song for the drop.

Girl Unit – Wut (New Post)

Guido – Anidea.  Soundtrack to lone walks through a metropolis you’re falling back in love with.  Until this ends…

Guido – Tantalized (New Post)

Hotel Mexico – Its Twinkle.  Teaching us how to love the guitar overdose once more.  Like falling on psychedelics.

Hotel Mexico- Its Twinkle (posted August 3rd)

James Blackshaw – All is Falling.  An album of serene beauty that performed a feat of alchemy by making travelling back from London at 3AM a pleasurable experience.

James Blackshaw – Part 4 (New Post)

Night Gallery – Constant Struggle.  In a world of (reanimated) Cold-Wave we nuzzle in the warm embrace of an anglo-centric synth-pop…that includes songs about child killers.  What darkness lurks in the heart of synthesisers?

Night Gallery – Real Normal (New Post)

No UFO’s – Soft Coast.  A cascade through the experimental heart of early dance music. A transmission picked up from the desert wastes of a future built on Kaotic Harmonies.

No UFO’s – 00/00/2010 (posted July 1st)

Oneohtrix Point Never – Returnal.  Universally praised culmination of an epic journey of minimal synths into the night desert skies –  criss-crossed by star patterns that resemble a patch-chord diagram.  This is what happens when someone wires that up.

Oneohtrix Point Never – Where Does time Go (posted July 1st)

Solar Bears – She Was Coloured In.  “The metronome of this song swings with the circumference of a horizon beheld from high above, where the clouds glow with a tincture which is both the warmth of the sun, and the deep blue of the space above, it makes me wanna cry for everything we have forgotten”. – Florian

Solar Bears- Neon Colony (posted July 12th)

V/A – Shangaan Electro: New Wave Dance Music From South Africa.  Without a shadow of a doubt the compilation of the year.

Zinja Hlungwani – N’wagezani My Love (New Post)

Gentle Drifts in Altered Zones

We sit sprawled within the nebula-grey walls of our collective zine. Drifting amongst the vast bodies that exert their eternal pull on our fragile mass. Directionless and infinite; endless inquiry is expended on our destination, but we simply do not know; mere amateurs that we are at this low-budget journey. All we can do is gaze at the sights.

The industrious and prolific Oneohtrix Point Never returns to these shores with (appropriately enough) Returnal, his latest album that came out last week on Editions Mego. Pretty much all of it’s been covered on other blogs but thankfully the album’s so chock full of gems that we could find one track that hasn’t hit the Hype Machine just yet.

Daniel Lopatin’s vast analogue electronics slide once more into life amidst the vast expanse of silence that exists for a moment at the start of Where Does Time Go, their bubbling, oscillating waves lapping at the air. If this was meant as a meditation on the irrepressibility of time, on the ability to lose yourself in something beautiful only to find weeks have passed – it’s fairly successful. The looping oscillations never retreat, instead providing a lattice with which to thread the washes of melody that fade in and out – their purpose glimpsed only through a veil, obscured and fleeting.

Oneohtrix Point Never – Where Does time Go

We love it when people name things after things they love. The URL of this site being the prime example of us living by that maxim. Someone calling themselves No UFO’s could only go one of two ways. Thankfully for all involved the first thing we received from them was the Soft Coast album. It’s not techno but I’m sure Mr Atkins would approve – moving, as it does, between some of the founding blocks of techno: the early electronic throb of Chris & Cosey, the steamy fizz of electro (here slowed with one thumb on the tape), hell, there’s even one track called Cajmere Dreams which would be nice to think of as a documentary.

Many tracks are snatches, attempts perhaps at understanding the function these sounds have. A few are longer and they are glorious.

00/00/2010 begins with nothing more than a slow, looped bass guitar straight from the bar of a David Lynch western, joined eventually by both a suitably distorted guitar and muffled, far off vocal: all disinterred, stoic, warning. As so it rolls. Suicide-al tendencies on display. Around two and a half minutes in we’re exposed to a horn blown like a tranquillised James Chance. Where infernal energy has finally deserted him and he’s left, in our imagined Lynch western, to prop up the bar and breath fragile life into notes that last an eternity.

No UFO’s – 00/00/2010

Soft Coast by No UFO’s is out now on Nice Up International. There are only a few left so get yours here.  Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

As some of you may have seen on the internet the last few days, we’ve been invited to participate in a new website called Altered Zones. Being the endlessly curious lot that we are we it would have been churlish to say no. 20JFG will still be here doing the same thing it’s always done – scampering about in its own amateurish way, writing about music that we like and we hope you like too.

Our contribution to Altered Zones won’t be unfamiliar to those of you that read this everyday. Altered Zones is for the people that don’t. Saying that, if you like the stuff you read here then the odds are you’ll like some of the stuff other people post over there.

Of course if you’re deeply allergic to Pitchfork Media Inc. then FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON’T CLICK THAT LINK. It’ll burn your mouse finger. Stay here with us, it’s safer that way.

140 Characters or Less

Featuring : No Ufo's + ROTFLOL

The many great thinkers of our time seem to have no problem getting their heads around staggeringly complex metaphysical concepts. Epistemology? No problem. Post Structuralism? Piece of Cake. Existential phenomenology? A breeze. But Twitter? These guys haven’t got a clue. Check out this recent Tweet we got from @ristotle

It is clear, then, that wisdom is knowledge having to do with certain principles and causes. But now, since it is this knowledge that we are

Or this one from @Michel_Foucault

Power is not an institution, and not a structure; neither is it a certain strength we are endowed with; it is the name that one attributes t

What is that one attributes the name to Michel?!?! We totes wanna RT @Nobel_Prize. These dudes just don’t get it. Worse still is the one we got 15 seconds ago from @Carl_Gustav_Jung

:-P

Poor guy’s not been the same since his mum bought him that Blackberry. In this day and age, it’s lucky we know many philosophers who communicate without words.

Just when we thought things couldn’t get anymore delirious up in this bermuda shortz party, in steps Jacob Ciocci. He of knowing troll placement. He of Paper Rad. He of Extreme Animals. And now, he of ROTFLOL.

ROTFLOL is one of those profound netzspeak anacronisations meaning, literally, to roll on the floor laughing until one’s posterior falls off. Created by 14 year olds to convey something that was a bit funnier than a LOL, it covertly climbs the ranks of our vocabulary, gathering meaning and getting its hired goons to kick words like ‘bequeath’ out of the dictionary. ROTFLOL is taking over. One may ROTFLOL at this notion, but in the future of our species when we communicate only using animated smileyavatars, ROTFLOL will be one day the equivalent of a Theodor Adorno novel.

ROTFLOL.

ROTFLOL – Lost Inside The Stress Boxes, The Movie

And as we might expect from the unparalleled stream of creativity that is the man behind ROTFLOL, we get the unexpected. ‘Lost inside the stress boxes’ bequeaths us with mind frazzling home-made bounce styles we never even saw before. Skuzzy filters open up the mind and 25 years of 16-colour popular entertainment come pouring in, all at once. We settle in an episode of an 18 frames per second French-Japanese Blade Runner spin-off cartoon series. Riding in an air taxi drawn by a below minimum wage storyboard artist, we travel to a party hosted by a likeness of Harrison Ford drawn with as few lines as possible. He introduces us to his new friends, Bodrax, Thormiester the Great and Telesalavas. We don’t remember these guys from the film, maybe they were created by the animation company so they could stretch the animated series out to 16 episodes. But they are great guys, so we party together til dawn to ROTFOL’s digibeta wobblebass n harmonica dancehall rumpshaker.

‘Rolling on the Floor while Laughing Out Loud’ by ROTFLOL is a compilation of Jacob’s solo work across many years and is our soon on our pal E*Rock’s Audiodregs Recordings. It will also come with a DVD containing some new vids along with classics such as this one. Bonus round!

And just when we thought things couldn’t get anymore delirious up in this Jerry Garcia Tie-Die T-shirt party, in steps No UFO’s.

No Ufo’s – Century Park/Vertigo (edit)

Now here’s a little something for the future. Vancouver’s No Ufo’s sent us a few glowing snippets from his upcoming C30-minute opus ‘Soft Coast’. All samples were of the highest order but we were particularly mesmerised by ‘Century Park’. The styles known as Drone are like so many things in life, very easy to make, but very difficult to master, but No Ufo’s wields control over the astral plane with a skill of a voyager light years above his age and rank. Century Park propels us through the distant dreams of the android conjured by the distant dreams of the creator his techno namesake, a dream from which we three hope we will never awaken. Soft Coast will be available soon on Nice Up Int’l, which is still being built but keep on checkin back’ for info on this and more stuff happening with other pals.