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Pilots of purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales

Featuring : Majeure + Rainbow Island

Today is all about things that move forward, and fast.

Rainbow Island come first. Their name, potentially inspired by the 1989 Amiga platform is apt. This drum and synth music definitely sounds like a good candidate to soundtrack the prances and jaunts of a Bubby and Bobby of Bubble Bobble fame, as they traverse a landscape so chromatically saturated it will make your eyes bleed, shooting wasps and caterpillars with their rainbow guns. They also make us think of Holy Fuck if they had been into Silver Apples instead of early noughts breakbeat, and even Add (n) to (x) if they regressed to some proto-human state like William Hurt in Altered States.

In Gigi Rally, Rainbow Island chart an alternative evolutionary path for video games soundtracks set in a counterfactual world where Babbage and Lovelace have made the analytical engine work, and graphics consist of the rapid movement of cardboard cutouts, like those pre-digital racing games writ large, or Balinese puppet robots on speed. Gigi Rally it this world’s Wipeout, and its physically, computationally and sonically pumping.

Rainbow Island – Gigi Rally

Get Crystal Smerluvio Riddims from Flying Kids or NO-FI recordings.

Then Majeure, whose latest release in Temporary Residence amps up the muscle ‘n’ throb to almost unbearable levels. Seeing him live at an excellent London show with Grails last week made us think of folk-hero John Henry’s legendary competition with the steel drill, if the machine was a Giger design, and the whole thing had been shot by John Carpenter in the style of the magic battle between Lo-Pan and Egg Shen at the end of Big Trouble in Little China.

Needless to say, the human wins this time, but instead of vanquishing the machine, becomes one with it, a cybernetic sprite surfing a virtual world of Silicon Graphics info-porn designed by a Mahavishnu Orchestra obsessed superintelligence.

Majeure – A Few More Pieces of Eight

Get Apex from Temporary Residence.

Vanaheim Jazz

Featuring : Rainbow Island

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(Conan vs. Predator via Action Figure Insider)

We theorise often about what it will be like when we are contacted.

We describe such situations as crossroads: either humanity is found worthy to take the next step and join the stellar brotherhood, or it is destroyed. In the Lovecraftian tradition, the only possible outcomes are blissful ignorance (i.e. the scholarly heroes vanquish the horror and keep mum about it until they spill it all out in their memoirs) or colonisation, dehumanisation and insanity; transformation into a mass of foetid cultists.

Of course, there are other options, and today we contemplate one: that where mankind is neither uplifted nor eradicated by its visitors, but rewound. Where? To a stage of psychic and physical development before it became sedentary, and started in the long road towards civilisation, narcissism, and stasis. We are talking about a hunter-gatherer stage of inquisitive anarchism and exploratory savagery, without which we will never jump into an environment – space and its orbs – that mostly hates us and wants to kill us in a zillion grisly ways.

Why would an exogenous intervention – by alien intelligences taking the wheels off our life support systems, as it were  – be needed for the developmental shift that will drive us into the cosmos like a wolf pack running through frosty woods?

Because we are in a trajectory of increasing complexity which, in and of itself, takes us away from the danger of the stars by supplying surrogates for it – virtual worlds, sports, tourism, free-market competition, experiential stunts, the metaphoric (and wishful) transformation of offices and boardrooms into battlefields.

The alternative to this increase in complexity is of course societal collapse, which could act as a spur for star travel, but we really doubt it – in contemporary society, crisis generates ever more fragmentation and nostalgia – by the time we got our act together, and decided to leave the cradle, we would probably have lost the technological capabilities to do so.

No, we think that an external intervention would be needed, and this being 20jazzfunkgreats, we have to find some music to go with it –  the soundtrack for this particular configuration of the War of the Worlds, as it were, were humanity is shaken out of its torpor by high-tech diplomat predators.

Enter Rainbow Island.

Rainbow cover

Their Road to Mirapuri is a Jodorowsky-style odyssey where we rediscover our inner wolf child.

We go through different phases, including an estimation of the diameter of the kosmische spheres, jamming to the Cimmerian groove, and surfing the emphatic waves of an acid beach after a megalodon shark whose viscera contain the genetic code that opens the gate to the stars. We also shriek a shriek that is not glossolalia, but our first utterances in the alien language of our visitors. You could translate our message as “we are Worthy’, but what we mean is:  “You’ll regret taking us to the next level, buster.”

Rainbow Island – Mirapuri Lagoon

Buy the Road to Mirapuri cassette from NO-FI Recordings.