An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Peepholes.
We turn on the holographic projector that we nicked from Admiral Ackbar in the confusion of the Endor post-victory Orgy (so many furries!) to display the Strange Planet whose charting is our cultural rover’s ultimate purpose. We gloss over catalogues of artefacts and genealogies of sound. We identify a disturbance in the force, a void…
The list is the origin of culture. It’s part of the history of art and literature. What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible. It also wants to create order — not always, but often. And how, as a human being, does one face infinity? How does one attempt to grasp the incomprehensible? Through lists,…
Been wanting to use this image by TagliaMani for a while — thanks to the ever wonderful 50 Watts. Quickly (in 20JFG time*) following on from last week’s post about Peepholes‘ laboratory-fresh detour, Tunnels, comes the Moon Gangs remix. Combining a decaying Techno drum sequence — seemingly heard from beneath midnight-black ocean waves — with…
We’re all for returns at 20JFG and friends of the family Peepholes have made many, many returns to us over the years. Like prodigal siblings returning to our bleak and unforgiving farm to be subjected to biblical metaphors…remorselessly. Having lapped up their last EP on Upset the Rhythm and it’s epic closer Carnivore we feel…
We close out 2010 with a series of shout outs to the great and the good that have a special bond with 20JFG. From guest writers who’ve put out spectacular albums to alumni that have hopped the fence and started their own labels, with this post we salute you because we love you and we…
We have a storied history with Brighton/London duo Peepholes. One of the founders of 20JFG makes music with Nick from the band as Thee Four Horsemen, a label run by some of us put out an EP by them and they’ve been friends of the hive mind for many years. So we’re completely biased in…
Like a colossal bird emerging from Darwin’s Egg, spring spread its golden wings across our fair seaside city yesterday, an inverted Phoenix, bringing everything around it back to life. Gentle breezes flicking through the narrow streets, blowing away the cloak of grey that accumulates in winter’s dormancy. Rays of light, in training, waiting to ambush,…
Agape’s Autocathe has been bidding its time, scratching with 8inch curved claws the walls of the corridor where the greasy detritus of last year piles up, growing, breathing through its shiny nostrils so that oxygen can be transformed into energy infecting blood pumped from a vicious heart and through a fractal spiderweb of capillaries into…