An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Oneohtrix Point Never.
120 Megabytes – Episode 15 A Best Of / recap / wrap up / selecting our favorite videos from the past 14 episodes of 120 Megabytes brought to you in association with @markbrown and our friends over at Network Awesome
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?…
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…
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…
Time For Dreams hail from Melbourne but apparently this track was mostly recorded on a plane (to Basel). Which if they hadn’t told me, I’d have probably made up. Cooing Sally Shapero-isms echo round the midnight synths. The very early hints of destruction evident in the distortion on the first chorus. A soft analogue fog…
For whimsical mood-music that further enhances warm but breezy summer days you can always rely on the French. Whether its the soft focus porno music and midnite drive jazz groove of Karl-Heinz Schäfer’s “Les Gants du Diable” soundtrack, or the Nico-esque melodies plucked from icicle clusters of Brigitte Fontaine, or the rolling and diving strings…
With the reissue of the most excellent “Betrayed in the Octagon” LP on No Fun, Oneohtrix Point Never are finally getting more recognition. The LP is a wondrous clash of sinuous organic totems and sheer metal floating mosaic patterns, a battle watched by the 2001 homo-sapiens as a bone turns into a spacecraft. Its an…
Chicago macabre squad GATEKEEPER fulfil your 20jazzfunkgreats’ thirst for the nocturnal with another black morsel of thrills and kills. Their music embodies all that we like about 1980s cinematic suspense, paranoid hallucinations, a phantasmagoria of green lights and ectoplasmic mist seeping through multiple fracture lines on the thin walls of reality, you can of course…