Category Archives: Psychic Ills

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)

J Biebz x ∞

Extracts from the diary of Marie Gibbs, aged 14.

December 21st 2209AD

Only 4 days til Biebermas and I’m so super excited! We learnt some more about the true meanings of the festival at Sunday school today. They said that many hundreds of years ago, before the coming of J Biebz, some of the world celebrated a Pagan festival named X-mas around this time of year. But in 2010 AD a record company, realising the success of the J Beibz x 800% Internet meme, slowed his follow-up single down by a factor of infinity. The resulting meme was so transcendentally beautiful, that anyone who heard it became entranced, rejecting their currently held beliefs and hailing J Biebz as the prophet and saviour to guide us into blinding light of the eternal rapture. Even the cynics and atheists began to believe.

Now, every year on this date we celebrate the passing of one sixteenth beat from the eternal holy song that the messiah named ‘Baby’, and every 32 years we welcome in the beginning of a new kick drum. The priests say that in a few years, on bar 16, J Beibz will come in and we will finally hear the sweet voice of god. The prophecy also says that just before the middle 8, someone has left a Soundcloud comment containing the physical form of J Beibz, and upon its arrival we will learn the meaning of the universe from his divine teachings.

Wow, I’d really like to be around to see that, but they say it’s not going to happen for another thousand years at least. Anyway, my mum says I should go to bed now but tomorrow I’m going to write all my Biebermas cards and help mum wrap all the presents.

December 31st 2212AD

OMG so psyched!! Today is the last day of bar 15, at twelve midnight we will move into bar 16 and finally hear the sublime voice of J Biebz, supreme master of all things good and right in the cosmos. Dad has gone out with rest of the guys from the university to try and record the voice of god. He said that they are going to analyse the recording in the hope of solving some of the mysteries of life. I can’t wait!!!!

January 1st 2213AD

I’m so upset I can barely write. Dad just came home, he looked like he had seen a ghost. We all heard his voice, it was soooo beautifal, but dad said they ran some tests on the recordings that they made, he said they sped up the recording and what we heard was not the voice of J Biebz at all, and what humanity had been listening to for the last 200 years was not the divine and eternal sonic continuum of ‘Baby’, but actually a Sigor Ros album played back at normal speed. Our world is in tatters, our beliefs were based on an elaborate hoax!! Who will lead us now from temptation, J Beibz was just a regular teenager like me. I don’t think I can write any more today :-(

Q. Who could possibly be qualified enough to mould the drifting dunes of Psychic Ills epic ‘Mantis’ into a dancefloor?

Psychic Ills – Mantis (Juan Atkins remix)

This is indeed a true honour. Those high minded folk at RVNG have curated an astonishing EP of Psychic Ill’s collaborations with legends of the kindred fall including Hans-Joachim Irmler and Gibby Haynes. Here Juan Atkins picks up the Jodorowsky burn of the orignal’s creeping guitar embers and scatters them across a cinereal landscape, where the debris of a dead robotics industry reactivates to throw warehouse parties in abandoned factories in order that they may amalgamate with the souls of their human guests. Just you wait for that breakdown……

Pre-order it here.

Those high minded folk at Nocturnes have had the foresight to release a new Brassica record.

Brassica – New Jam City

If we slowed down Justin Bieber by 800%, taped over him with a bunch of astral boogie which is made out of a D Train record slowed down by 300%, added some reverb and false harmonics then taped over the whole thing with Sigur Ros and then smashed up the tape, would it sound anywhere near as good as ‘New Jam City’? No it would not. There is not a software in the world that can fabricate Brassica’s warmth, attention to detail and melodic kinship, and we doubt there ever will be.

Pre order here. Nocturnes are also putting on a special party this Friday in London containing many 20jfg faves including half of Gatto Fritto, Ali Renault, Moscow and JR Seaton – check the Facebook event here.

The Howling Fantods

Remember last time you woke up suddenly, vomited from the cavern where our lady of darkness hatches her deformed spawn, pupils dilated, aware of the presence of a shark circling your precarious raft under the deceivingly calm surface of darkness?

Then a roar down the road outside sudden, sharp tubes of light exploded in a lattice of white over the walls to reveal animal, human and unspeakable shapes surrounding your bed, sitting in the floor and in the chair and hanging from the ceiling, mute and staring at you with blank eyes.

Then it was dark. And it all began again.

Never build your house above a desecrated cemetery. Not worth it.

Psychic Ills- Secret Flower

Psychic Ills are another of those ace bands that have haunted the pages of this blog since our early days, their dirge wave taps direct into a tortuous well of murky energy where the essence of gnostic secrets filters from damp cellars and eerie hillocks deep in the neck of the woods no-one dares visit, and you know what happens to those who do. Their new 12, Catoptric, released by the Social Registry in June, sounds like the aftermath of a cosmic battle where different factions of the occult fought for control over this tract of the sky, as far as we know none of them had a place for mankind in the scheme of things to come.

Even in the Dark might be the closest Water Borders have come to delivering a club banger yet, it definitely did threaten the soul of our feeble 13Monsters speakers when we slipped it on at the club last weekend.

We throw around concepts like ‘dirge step’ or ‘haunted dancehall’ around with excessive abandon, but then we would be forgiven for resorting to stylistic shorthand when confronting beasts as numinous as this one- panic buttons for awed scribes, that’s what they are.

It works at two levels, first as a nocturnal chase through wild woods agitated by Satanic winds of Neubateian provenance (there), Evil Dead sans the slapstick. Second, as the dissonant soundtrack for the exploration of a derelict cabin, each stab of the synthesiser an eerie revelation, think of grainy photographs nailed to the walls, and bones, like a subtler version of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

These two scenarios are overlaid, wrapped together by the wraith-like vocals, an undead the Knife or Scott Walker’s balladry as sang from the gut of a vulture swirling in Tibetan skies. The interpretation of this scheme is that the ghost chasing you down the forests is the same that inhabits the cabin you just slipped into, and both things happen simultaneously. The perfect synchronisation of these two situations is the sort of challenge to space-time conventions that music with power is able to produce.

Water Borders- Even in the Dark

Even in the Dark is included in a forthcoming EP in Disaro. And more good stuff to come from them, very close to home.

When the black bird sings…

Featuring : Psychic Ills + Rolo Tomassi

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Psychic Ills’ Mirror Eye is the spooky echo of a murky nightmare and the shapeless forms lurking in its periphery, reverberating steps down cobbled ways, a Walpurgisnacht happening in the forests of the Twin Peaks soundtracked with a ghostly psychedelia that reminds us of Wooden Shjips at their codeine-intoxicated best, or even Hawkwind’s dizzying spirit dance of Hash Cake 77. The music progresses ululating and powerful like mist seeping from the ground of a forest on the anniversary of the massacre still haunting it and dances in honour of a bad moon rising, the eyes of a raven blink, blink again, glimpses of white shapes carrying candles into the darkness to the cadence of a skeletal techno beat, it’s an abstract odyssey of powerful foreboding, up a narrow path towards the peak of an unholy mountain Liars climbed once, to come back with a crazed glimmer in their eyes that wasn’t there before.

Psychic Ills- I Take Youy as My Wife Again

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All those peoples out there missing the tempo-shifting progressive splattercore of Blood Brothers should pay a visit to Rolo Tomasi’s Hysterics, weird towers rising above the milky mist in the midst of the Sea of Sighs, because in the twisted corridors of their crimson palace you shall find sufficient turbulence, moments of placid beauty torn to shreds by ghoulish power-chord progressions, and shrieking, ah, the shrieking, to make your sensory channels burst like you were experiencing one of those near-death ‘life passing in front of your eyes’ experiences, but with more carnage than you care to remember. Just check out Macabre Charade, an eerie Slint-like calm before the storm walk down shores licked by an Stygian sea, from whose sickly surf slowly emerges an army of soft shapes with evil eyes, elementals spinning in the midst of the night to the tune of a haunted synthetic drone that would have made Goblin seethe in sinful delight, definitely not for the faint hearted, which is always a good thing.

Rolo Tomassi- Macabre Charade

We happen this Saturday- Penthouse (above the Freebutt) from 8 to 1AM. You know the score, all the music you hear in this place on glorious vinyl. We pay our dues, come say hi.