Category Archives: Podcast

Exclusive guest mix from SUSANNA

Featuring : Podcast + Susanna

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Back in December, Susanna and Jenny Hval’s classic Meshes of Voice LP cleaned up in our (sort-of secret) best of 2014 list.

Meshes of Voice was a bulletproof pairing of two artists who are undeniably at the top of their game right now. Jenny has a new project about to drop anytime now, while Susanna has already fired back with her new album, Triangle. Norwegian improv legends Supersilent also guest on this magnificent piece of work.

Here is a sampler for it:

Susanna has also contributed an exclusive mix for us:

Susanna – 20 Jazz Funk Greats mix

Because meh who cares about being coy over tracklists anymore, here is a tracklist!

Hanne Kolstø  ‘Lah-la-la-la Lovesong (Live’) from the album Live at Tøyenkirken
Espen Reinertsen ‘Bjørnens Sang’ from the album ‘Forgaflingspop’
Dane Waters ‘Black Wolf Waltz’ from the album ‘a harp with teeth that’s drooling & crying’
Building Instrument ‘Like God Å Leve’ from the album ‘Kem Som Kan Å Leve’
Ali Farka Toure ‘Soko’ from the album ‘Radio Mali’
Cheyenne Mize ‘Best’ from the album ‘Before Lately’
Christian Wallumrød ‘Hoksang’ from the album ‘Pianokammer’

Saturday mixtape : The Beach

Featuring : Podcast

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The sea was further out than i’d even witnessed, so we wondered to it’s edge.

Those promised colours of sunset never emerged, hazed out by a mist rising off the unnervingly placid expanse of silent water. Vast concrete groins at equatorial distances cast heavy shadows across the beach leaving us with limited paths as we made our way down past the pebbles into the muddy sands.

The consistent orange halo of the town lights began to disappear with the sun as we descended and Hannah used her iPhone light to guide us across the tidal sandbanks interspersed with disgruntled heringulls. Blurred sunset fazed into a clear night with a crescent moon reflecting off flat water and rippled sands, the beauty of which still haunts my memories.

XXJFG – The Beach mixtape

Neither of us mentioned the unusual warmth or lack of wind as we held hands walking home along that still water’s edge, and saw the others approaching.

Each figure appeared slightly elongated, which I put down to the moonlight, carrying a bucket in one hand and some kind of pickaxe in the other.

As we walked past the first we began to wonder what they were doing out here on such a curious night? Crustacean gatherers? Marine biologists? The strangers all seemed to stop at a their prescribed points and stare down at the ground, waiting.

Once we had passed the fifth ‘gatherer’ curiosity was beginning to get the better of us, and we made it out intent to speak to the next one we encountered as we progressed along the sandbanks.

“Beautiful night, i’ve never seen it like this before” Hannah announced in greeting to the next stranger as we neared. The stranger turned her head and replied.

“I’ve not seen you two here before, are you new?”

“I’m from London, but Stuart lives just up the road – what are you doing out here?” Hannah replied, and I clenched her hand perhaps a little too tight.

The gatherer seemed to have warmed to Hannah and beckoned us closer to where she stood – perching over one of the water pools the low tide had left between itself and the sea.

“This is where we find Her” the gatherer said, pointing to the stranded lake of water which until hours ago was part of the sea.

Perhaps sensing our nervousness the gatherer beckoned us further in and as we stared into the water I couldn’t help noticing how her features, which i’d previously put down to the moonlight, were rather accentuated in every way. Most strikingly her eyes, which glowed as blue as the moon. As I felt the rough strong hands grip my shoulders I realised we had not being paying attention to the location of the other gatherers.

“This one might have the blood” said a voice as I felt thud to the back of my head and fell into unconsciousness, my hand slipping from Hannahs.

The salt water brought me shaking back to consciousness as it washed in, and i spat it out of my mouth with a cough.

In my peripheral vision I could only see Hannah’s head. Her head was at the same level as my own. Her body too was completely buried in the cold wet sands of the beach .

“He’s wake, put the bucket on his head!” I heard a gatherer say before being plunged into darkness as one of their metal buckets was placed over over my head. Utterly trapped in the sand, I could feel my head was not alone inside this rusty helmet and something cold and wet caressed the back of my neck. I began to uncontrollably scream….

Tbc.

Saturday mixtape : 20JFG Legends of tomorrow

Featuring : Podcast

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It’s taken some work but we finally have what we need. The worst of the worst. There’s rumors, that some of them have… abilities. We have seen things.

We wanted to assemble a mixtape of the most dangerous people on the planet who we think can do some good. And if anything goes wrong we blame them, we have plausible deniability.

XXJFG – Legends of tomorrow mixtape

SATURDAY MIXTAPE: The Faked History of Böwlemmie

Featuring : Podcast

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It is very sad that David Bowie and Ian Lemmy and Hans Gruber died this week. But MY GOD, I don’t think any of us ever need to hear Life On Mars or Ace of Spades again now do we?

As an antidote, here is a crate-digging mixtape venturing into the darkest recesses of Lemmy and Bowie’s careers – alternate versions, pre-fame playfulness, wrong turns, collaborations, side projects, unreleased stuff and weird experiments. And Silver Machine.

Because always Silver Machine.

Features The Rockin’ Vicars, The Riot Squad, Sam Gopal, The Spiders from Mars, Hawkwind, The Robert Calvert Band, Motörhead, Probot and more, but we drew the line at Tin Machine.

Because never Tin Machine.

XXJFG – The Faked History of Böwlemmie

Sadly that beautiful picture up-top turned out to be a fake. In real life, David Bowie was this lady:

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Saturday Mixtape: Vactrol Park

Featuring : Podcast + Vactrol Park

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Earlier this week, we were harried down the disturbing, tortuous lanes of Vactrol Park’s techno labyrinth.

Today, we see them expand the physical scope of the experience with a live bootleg they generated while practising for their show in Cafe OTO on the 11th of January 2016.

Home built modular synths effects and analogue drum machines spread like alien glyphs over the walls of an infinitely expanding, throbbing corridor where we are lost, and lost for words. Paraphrasing what Stephen King said about Peter Straub’s majestic Ghost Story:

“The sense of awe just mounts and mounts”

Vactrol Park – Live rehearsal bootleg 19 Nov 2015

Buy their first EP here, and get more information about the 11th January Cafe Oto show here.

20JFG Mixtape: Memes of the Witch House

Featuring : Podcast

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The Fitbit keeps malfunctioning. Every morning when I get up, it tells me that I have walked several miles. Maybe it is all the thrashing about in bed. Yes, I haven’t been sleeping well. I feel tired and achy all the time.

Perhaps I should take it easier with my thesis, but it is hard. I feel that I am on the verge of a big breakthrough, I can’t stop now. The basic insight is simple: space noise isn’t just random. Rather, it is random but not because it doesn’t have an intelligent source. It is random because this intelligence is chaotic. I think I am pretty close to finding its location.

But the closer I get, the worse I sleep. The worse the dreams get. Viscous things thrashing in the darkness. An indescribable flotilla approaching. A rat grimacing at me with its wicked, deformed face. I think I have also seen it in my social media feed, I scroll back down but I can’t find it.

I should talk with my supervisor and perhaps take a break, but I’m so close, I’m so close. I gaze into the night sky and can almost glimpse a gate about to open. I listen to the space noise and I hear the beginning of an awful melody, a lullaby sung in a place far away, and so I fall asleep again, with a mixture of dread and anticipation.

Memes of the Witch House 20JFG Mixtape

Happy Halloween!