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20jazzfunkgreats best of 2010: Step Up

What vinyl platters could wake 20JFG prematurely from its cryogenic slumber in 2010? What repetitive beats could make its unconscious and partially thawed corpse shuffle towards the nearest dancefloor? What warm-hearted heaters could possibly defrost that heart of stone and illuminate that mind of disillusionment? What songs offered comfort when we were sat down and told that our plan to freeze ourselves in search of a better life in the future, had received some major setbacks? In the year that moved at 60 b.p.m, magic at higher tempos shone like the opening ceremony of the Ark of the Covenant.

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2 Dogs In a House – Scream in the Night (posted 25th June)

Echoes of Mr. Fingers drift across prehistorical plains where the proto-wolves wait 10,000 years to devour us.

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Beautiful Swimmers – Big Coast (posted July 5th)

The soundtrack to Streets of Rage 2 as rerecorded by Shriekback whilst holidaying on Easter Island.

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Brassica – New Jam City (posted August 26th)

Prodigious astral boogie 1st heard in the pastel discotheque of Count Ramulus III, Lord of the Vapour Folk (the DJ wouldn’t tell us what it was but we sneaked a look at the label while he was in the toilet).

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Charanjit Singh – Raga Megh Malhar (posted March 31st)

Humanity’s ongoing search for ‘The Future’ in electronic music was called off when it was discovered in the past.

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Cos/Mes – Gozmez Land (posted November 4th)

A luscious trip into the humid rainforests of Selza-G where the indigenous folk speak only a percussive language based on distant Gamelan mythology.

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Crystal Ark – The City Never Sleeps (posted March 22nd)

This is what happened when you dropped the schematic for that trans-dimensional love-canon on your visit to the druid camp.

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Crystal Ark – The Tangible Presence of the Miraculous (posted November 16th)

This is what happened when they worked out how to build it.

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DJ Nate – Make Em Run (posted July 6th)

Planet Mu gave the Europe a 4-part lesson in how they do things in Juke-Town. From Ramellzian voyages into unchartered arrangements by the younger generation, to telepathic hyperspeed bangers from the seasoned vets – each part served to further bend our stiff upper lips and get that booty shaking like it was Mecha-Godzilla being throttled by King Kong.

DJ Roc – Phantom Call (posted September 22nd)

DJ Rashad – Teknitianz (posted September 16th)

DJ Elmoe – Whea Yo Ghost at Whea Yo Dead Man (posted June 22nd)

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Hunt with a cat – Wrapped in Rope (posted August 13th)

Gary Wallace (Anthony Michael Hall) and his best friend, Wyatt Donnelly (Ilan Mitchell-Smith), are 15-year-old nerds with low social standing at their Shermer, Illinois high school. During a weekend at Wyatt’s house in which his parents are out of town they came up with ‘Hunt With a Cat’, the finest mechanoid basement-acid act in the land.

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Hyetal – Phoenix (New Post)

Between two stratosphere piercing peaks lies a valley shrouded in a synthetic mist: atmospheric and portentous.  Still, no amount of scene setting can quite prepare you for the majesty of those two peaks. “Last song of the night”-of-the-year.

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Hyetal & Shortstuff – Ice Cream (posted January 26th)

Pitch bended celestial ballroom music so good, just hearing the opening takes us five years into the future whereupon we chance on a dank basement club, hear the first few chords of Ice Cream and levitate.

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Jonathan Kusuma – Days are Numbered (posted August 27th)

One of many awesome transmissions from Indonesia this year via Space Recs.  Kusuma opening in a baroque fashion with a mile long procession towards a dark and foreboding tower…before storming it in thunderous style.

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JR Seaton – Azklementyne (12′ mix) (posted August 5th)

The 20JFG specification document genre known as ‘Beatnik Beats’ was created especially for this blazed out intellectual battle of wits between Lil Louis and Artie Shaw.

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Malvoeaux- Targets (posted July 5th)

The moment in Tron:Reloaded where Daft Punk finally remove those helmets to reveal thier unspeakable Teuthidian faces.

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Pagan Future – Ancient Ritual (posted October 15th)

Delicate images from the insecure formation of techno preserved at a lower bpm for us to greater appreciate their beauty.

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Protect-U – Double Rainbow (posted June 10th)

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain, where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.

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Rocha- Hands of Love (Fingers of Sand) (Gatto Fritto’s Menorcan Nightmare Version) (posted March 22nd)

This is what hell wants you to think it sounds like down there, so that you will spend your life robbing banks and not helping old ladies across the road.

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Steve Moore – Zero Point Field (posted october 13th)

This is what it felt like to be the LHC in the moments leading up to the first collision.

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It has long been speculated that the observed periodic radial velocity pattern for the K giant Pollux might be explained in terms of an orbiting planetary companion. We have collected 80 high-resolution spectra for Pollux at Lick Observatory yielding precise radial velocities with a mean error of 3.8 m s<sup>-1</sup>, providing the most comprehensive and precise data set available for this star. Our data confirm the periodicity previously seen in the radial velocities. We derive a period of 589.7+/-3.5 days and, assuming a primary mass of 1.86 M<sub>solar</sub>, a minimum companion mass of 2.9+/-0.3M<sub>Jup</sub>, consistent with earlier determinations.

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Valis- Exegisis (posted May 9th)

A 13 piece uniformed funk band named Cameo raided a Government building in 1984. Only 3 of them made it out alive, so they moved to Essex and renamed themselves Nitzer Ebb.

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20 Jazz Funk Dates

Sometimes it’s hard to be a blogger. As the 36-times recycled air in your netbunker begins to scald your already desacated lungs, one starts to ponder what life is like ‘out there’. When the unshorn proportions of your yellowed nails prevent you from downloading that next zipfile, one begins to wonder if time spent outdoors with a beautiful lady, might be more exhilarating than owning some douchebag on a Chillwave message board. Trust us, we were once that bearded wretch with an RSS feed hooked up directly to the vein, and even though the sun tears through our retinas like some long-banned form of medieval torture, it’s good to get out once in a while.

But it’s not easy to meet girls in this day and age. This is why, in our continuing stream of cynical money making schemes, we have started a 20JFG dating service. Already we have filled a 1TB gigaserver full of the details of gorgeous women you can meet, and some of them even gave us permission to do so. Sign up free (for a limited period) today and our highly advanced algorithm will pick you a guaranteed life partner on the basis of having 3 superficial facts in common. Not only that, but using next-century Musicblog (TM) technology, our mainframe will also be able to select the perfect record with which to woo your date, should you be lucky enough to get her back to your place.

So let us introduce a couple of the lovely ladies you could meet today. Female readers worry not, part 2 of this series is coming as soon as we have finished compressing all our Hunkdata into easily uploadable Manfiles (.MAN).

Meet Wendy. She’s 26 and works in the accounts department of a small law firm. Her hobbies include badminton and fine wines. She says her ideal date would be to spend an entire day stalking the living, followed by dinner by the river. She would like to meet an intelligent man with a good brain and warm, tasty flesh. Let’s see what tune A.L.A.N. (that’s the name of our server, no idea what it stands for) has picked for guaranteed seduction.

Ben Butler and Mousepad plot an uncharted course between the spare time experiments of bearded Open University maths lecturers circa 76 and a strain of synth funk that’s so illicitly wonky that it can only be practiced by Norse clerics in remote scandinavian villages. Oh, and did someone say prog? We already brought you BBMP mark one some time ago. Now they are 2 with a ramped up live show that’s akin to watching Yes had they listened to Remarc and replaced Rick Wakeman with Herbie Hancock in an unrelated move. ‘Future Tent’ comes skweeing in from a slightly mellower plain, skewing our dancefloor into a very definite 45 degree angle, sending all manner of airbrushed pastel solids and pixelated 8-bit robo-warriors sliding into the disco lights of the hired DJ on the other side. Future Tent is out now on Norwegian label Dodpop, a split 7′ with Sprutbass.

Ben Butler and Mousepad – Future Tent

Of course, if things don’t work out with Wendy, she does have a sister.

Ben Butler and Mousepad – Future Tent (Genuine Guy remix)

In fact she has six. Ben asked many of his favourite craftsmen to rebuild his Tent in the way they thought best providing A.L.A.N. with 6 suggestible tracks with which to woo Wendy’s many siblings. Visit the BBMP Bandcamp to pick them all up for free. All of them are or course, awesome, but here, because his sinister presence lies behind the shadowy cover of this post,  is a low-res version of the Genuine Guy mix. Let us here no more about it.

Meet Jane. She’s 41 and is the regional manager of  a well-know retail chain. Her hobbies include bell ringing, spells and the occasion game of Bridge. Her ideal man is someone who enjoys being strung up by the feet and tortured mercilessly for hours on end before being sacrifice to some obscure, inverted pagan demigod. A tough one but we programmed A.L.A.N. to be infallible so let’s see what he’s got for us.

Both Rocha and International feel have had offerings made upon this scuffed-up webslab before. IFEEL appear to be absolutely hellbent on peppering the entirety of 2010 with unbelievable spacejams that we can never resist sharing and the new Rocha is no exception.

Rocha – Feel the Love (Joakim ‘Its’s so Real’ Remix)

Joakim turns the original into an rave odyssey muted by baroque disciplines where clavinet players 200 years apart do battle across time, their analogue stares meeting to create a window through we can see scenes from a cybernetic remake of Dangerous Liasons where Aristocrats faces to reveal a mass of sparking circuitry after being slain by a troupe of time travelling disco hippies who weren’t too keep on their bourgeois styles. Joakims’s mix of Feel the Love is being released amongst a plethora of other amazingness upon 2 x 12’s very soon. Pick em up here.

Ibiza, not Amnesia

Featuring : Crystal Ark + Rocha

Press rewind in the quantum mechanics cassette player and ascertain the lineage of that island in the midst of the Mediterranean which is Ibiza, before it became the destination for hordes of pumped drug tourists and women made of Bronze, before the baggy balearica posse spread across its golden beaches, and in a moment of lazy fever such as those which are known to prevail in places where the year is but another cycle in a neverending summer, and malaria not such a distant memory, weaved the tail-end of 70s progressiveness into the rising tide of dance hedonism.

What is it about this place which makes it such a vortex of fringe human emotions, the event horizon for communities straddling the neon thin line between oblivion and illumination?

Rewind further.

Rewind further into the times before the purifying wave of Christianity spilt the panoply of minor and major Gods from the altars of every house, even earlier, when those Gods still had no face but were nevertheless manifest, hovering between the pillars of light shining upon human and animal sacrifices within primitive circles of stone designed with a lore inherited from the priests of Crete, the cults of Cybele and the refugees from Atlantida.

These circles of stone, and the cyphers of old blood traced in the sand lie now hidden under stratum after stratum of geological detritus, layers of concrete and the weak buildings which the people of the future made. But their magick still lives, emanates from under the earth like invisible will o’ wisps with a musky scent which only the psychically attuned, perhaps also imbalanced, can feel, attracting them irresistibly like moths to the flame.

This is its music.

The Crystal Ark- The City Never Sleeps

Dark forces and sidereal pathos, Gavin Russom has done it again, this time under the guise of Crystal Ark, it had to be DFA. The City Never Sleeps, how could it? It’s too busy pulsing to the analogue soul tempest that this sorcerer commands from the peak of an obsidian monolith.

Believe it or not, there is a moment when the last song is played and those who had sipped from the chalice until its bitter end are herded outside of the discotheque, to prepare and leap across the chasm which will take them back to the beginning of the spiral, so they can live the same night again.

Floors are scrubbed, and glasses washed, cash counted and bundled, the last of the living leaves locking the door behind him. A heartbeat, two heartbeats, the echo of music still seems to reverberate across the vast room, in the darkness. And then the lights come on, to project their morse code of light over floors still wet, and suddenly, the pulse, the ghost beat. Dance music shrouded in white, somewhat muffled in its transition past and back from River Styx, the pianos which would have made hands rise the air treble corrupted, which is befitting because it is corrupt hands that rise in the air to celebrate, it is the wraiths of dancers long gone whose silhouettes you can discern in the midst of the emerald fog blowing from the scented smoke projectors. When everyone else is gone, it is their time.

Rocha- Hands of Love (Fingers of Sand) (Gatto Fritto’s Menorcan Nightmare Version)

Uruguayan label International Feel have been releasing glorious slices of pure cosmic disco from some time now, their omission from this site is sinful to say the least. Rocha’s Hands of Love (Fingers of Sand) is their latest. Inside, you can find Gatto Fritto‘s version wrecking our spirits once again, this time with a pumping piece of haunted disco.

(The image above was taken from Blog.Sans-Concept)