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Bertha’s Trip

Featuring : Steve Moore

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SEATTLE — In a city known for a giant needle pointing toward space, everyone is talking about a massive machine stuck underground.

They call her Bertha, a 57-foot-wide, earth-eating tunnel maker chewing her way below downtown Seattle to make way for an underground highway along the city’s waterfront. But two weeks ago, a thousand feet into her near two-mile journey, Bertha came to a grinding halt.

We’re a bit puzzled about what’s preventing us from moving forward,” said a spokesperson for Seattle Tunnel Partners.

Officially, Bertha was stopped “after unanticipated and increasing resistance was experienced, possibly due to an obstruction.”

A mysterious obstruction, 60 feet down, and Seattle is abuzz with theories of what’s in Bertha’s way.

The area where the machine currently sits, stuck, was once under water. The object blocking Bertha’s path may be a remnant of Seattle’s industrial roots, Lorraine McConaghy, a historian with Seattle’s Museum of History and Industry said. The mid-1800s saw the construction of a major steam-powered sawmill in the area, and open water surrounding the mill was a dumping ground.

It could be just about any industrial artifact you can imagine that might have ended up in the water,” McConaghy said, adding the possibilities included a locomotive or boilers and engines used in the old mill.

Dr. Jacob Foley, local historian, echoed this theory, although he claimed that the cause of the blockage is not of human origin. “There is evidence that several thousands years ago, an advanced civilisation of flying starfish built a mining colony here. I think that Bertha has now encountered the ruins of this outpost. We should abandon the underground highway program immediately, lest we awake one of the sentinels that these Elder Things left there to keep their ancient enemies away from this cosmically strategic asset,’ he warned.

Although other experts questioned the credibility of Dr. Foley’s theory, a group of tunnel workers who preferred to remain anonymous reported finding fragments of strange statues and machines in the tunnel. They also complained of recurring dreams with terrifying creatures that had ‘multiple eyes and a fluid shape,’ and an odd music that has become louder in the tunnel as Bertha approached the mysterious obstacle. One of them described the music as ‘the beautiful melody with which enigma turns absolute horror, and knowledge of what lies beyond wipes away all traces of sanity. We are approaching the place where the Elder Things lurked and lived. I think they left the radio on’.

Steve Moore – Planetwalk

Planetwalking is included in Steve Moore’s Pangaea Ultima. Although it was already included in our best of 2013 adventure, we thought that even those of you who are lazy deserve to (indeed should) be exposed to the wonders of his latest work. You can purchase it from Editions Mego.

This post is adapted from here. We have stayed on top of the latest developments under Seattle via Optigram. Go and check his ‘Recovered Memories’ blog on alternative sci-fi covers if you haven’t yet.

The sound of things to come

Via 50watts via Yugodrom.

Futuristic roll call

William Gibson, Greg Egan, Charles Stross, Philip K. Dick, Hannu Rajaniemi, Neal Stephenson, Cory Doctorow, Walter Jon Williams, Ted Chiang, China Mieville.

Nuclear fission, nanotechnology and 3D printing provide a technical fix for our environmental quandary. Over-supply of material things renders their accumulation meaningless. Intangible ownership becomes the new source of status. But intangibles can’t be owned, for showing them off is the same as giving them away.

A creative meritocracy evolves, driven by competition in a price-less marketplace of delightful ideas and beautiful concepts. The main growth bottlenecks in this pure knowledge economy are time and cognitive bandwidth. Great efforts are invested on developing forms of expression to concisely convey the state-of-the-art as it stretches towards infinity.

Music retakes its lost throne as the universal, gestalt language that captures our collective advance in the real-time unfolding of a progressive jam.

And religion is rendered trivial, for heaven is here.

Mist – Twin Lanes

Mist’s House is a collection of prophesies about the day-to-day of this poly-mathematic future, and a tribute to the pioneering work of the Kosmische school that first calibrated its main parameters, and anticipated its sentiment.

In it, the fundamental relations in the science of harmony are expressed mechanically by marshalled regiments of numbers marching with irresistible power*.

*- Paraphrasing Lady Ada in The Difference Engine.

Deeply ingrained prejudices about the superiority of the material over the virtual are finally overcome, and the Singularity ensues. The vast majority of the population migrates to a consensual hallucination composed of an ever-expanding array of compatible online gaming platforms.  Salaries and profits earned there pay for bandwidth, server space and nutrients, which are pumped into mankind’s stasis-preserved physical remnants.

Reproduction consists of the recombination of parental behavioural traits (laced with some snippets of randomly generated mutant code) into the kernel of an artificial intelligence able to learn organically. Particular attention is paid to the design of the kindergarten where Turing’s grandchildren take their first steps.

The Passenger – Entitled One

The Passenger’s \_| proves particularly popular in these synthetic classrooms. This is not surprising, seeing as it combines Armando’s optimistic bass rumbling, Orbital’s playful chimes, Wendy Carlos binary fairy-telling and the sort of acid riffs that Plastikman would have come up with if he had been commissioned to update Maurice Sendak’s bibliography, in collaboration with Paper Rad. Everything that those gifted whippersnappers need to grow strong and mischievous!

This one has ‘20jazzfunkgreats album if the year’ encoded all the way through.

The Lords of the Clouds have it their way and society splits into two diverging tracks – a privileged cartel that controls and leeches on the distribution of information, energy, commodities and content from its placid Californian campuses, and an underclass treading the shallow waters of the low-value added, hard to automate service/informal economy.

The paradox of a system that destroys the purchasing power of the majority by offering them cheaply what they were previously paid to supply becomes apparent. Yuri Milner’s awful epiphany (‘the same ocean of advertising revenues that had gone to traditional media might now go to the internet, but without the offsetting cost of creating content’) is the stark summary of this new reality.

Salarymen scout the streets looking for originality and creativity on which to invest strategically, not to generate a return, but to feed the entertainment infrastructure on which they suck parasitically. They expect gratitude, and encounter rage. Some of them never make it back to their luxurious condos.

Steve Moore – Enhanced Humanoid

Steve Moore’s Enhanced Humanoid describes the violent edge of the lumpen-proletariat LA culture (petri dish) over which Vangelis levitated in Bladerunner. The nihilism of Electronic Body Music is clearly there, but also an undercurrent of revolutionary agit-prop embedded in its upwardly projected synthetic lines. Its silence is a closed fist that demands an answer.

Enhanced Humanoid is included in his ‘Brainstorms’ split with AE Paterra (aka Majeure, the other half of Zombi), to be published in the January by Temporary Residence.

The visualisator

Having sond-mined our e-mail archive yesterday, let us now slip into the visualisator, a scanner developed by VizViz, a recently spun out gem from DARPA’s venerable portfolio of black swan investments. Visualisator transforms the ebbs and flows of our sickly subconscious into lurid imaginary. We hear that Apple has now acquired VizViz, and the next version of the iPhone 5 will incorporate some of its technologies into its interface, thus enabling users to tele-chat in alternate realities generated on the fly from their biometrics. Talk to your honey in elysium, talk to your boss on a Sunday, in a cenobyte torture pad.

Ah, the humanity!

First comes Xaver Von Treyer with the soundtrack for the sadly lost ‘sexy sequel’ of Predator, here you have the trailer. Classy stuff in the vein of Black Devil Disco Club, but with an added veneer of latin gothick which reminds us of Ginno Socio during his miami nouveau phase¹. We wouldn’t expect less from old 20jazzfunkgreats fave label Super Soul. Preorder the gargantuan Torino Scale here.

Meanwhile, Blondes have actually decided to draw on celebrated sightings of ghosts and recordings of neon-plasmic projections and wild seances celebrated in mysterious rave clubs to provide the visual backdrop for Wine, their abstractedly lysergic tribute to the legacy of the dyoniso-amazonian techno-scene.² Go and get the rest from IGETRVNG.

Living in a post-Dan Brown world as we do, we all know that all emo girls with tattoos are revolutionary hackers hellbent on revealing the sadistic pass-times of the decadently affluent.

No, hold on, what we know is that the cult of the assassins led by Hassan-i-Sabbah were somehow involved in smuggling the Holy Grail from old school Palestine, with the pre-Bavarian Illuminati and the Templars hot on their trail, as documented in Assassin’s Creed.

Or so we thought, until Professor Genius crept in from the shadows to bestow some dignity back upon what the unwashed masses simplistically see as a cadre of dope-smoking mystic ninjas with his extraordinary ‘Hassan’, finally being released in vinyl by L.I.E.S (pre-order). As a bonus, this reissue includes excellent remixes including the one of ‘Assassins’ by Steve Moore which you can see above, and download below.

Professor Genius – Time of the Assassins (Steve Moore Remix)

Which is an emotional exercise in trans-aeonic dream-catching, as the rituals of purification, regret and communion with the prey undertaken by the believers at the cragged summit of Alamut in the original become a cybernetic mass that could well have been devised by Yello at the heights of their Crimson Death Cult period.³

Footnotes

¹ – If it doesn’t exist, it should.

² – Ditto.

³ – And again.

Space races

Featuring : Steve Moore + Voltage Black

In the 22nd Century, Africa becomes to Asia what Asia is to America today, an ambitious and go-getting continent hungry to make its mark in this planet and beyond. Several foundational legends of the new pan-African identity underpin the development of its psychedelic space program – they include the re-appropriation of global dance culture (that has to be broadcasted through custom-made bass-boosted telco satellites), and the political will to realise the outer-worldly aspirations of the free jazz & dub reggae diaspora.

Instead of wasting time pissing around in the outskirts of Terra, the African Space Program goes mega from the get-go. The Bambaata I (pictured above) hosts a self-sustaining habitat and a hundred zionite families to colonise fertile planets outside of this tedious galaxy.  I won’t tell you about their journey, I don’t have the space or the words. But picture this: Picture Battlestar Galactica’s exodus, replace the naff Judaeo-Christian mythology with awesomely animistic vibes, graffiti voodoo loa over Starbuck’s mandala, dress the Zylons up in Rammellzee monster outfits and make them the masters of electro. All through a neon wormhole that transforms man into starchild, riding a hyperspace bass wave to fulfil Lee Perry’s unfuckwithable prophecy.

Voltage Black – The Volcano Laughing

Voltage Black’s The Volcano Laughing throws it all into the mix to keep our spacefaring exiles physically exercised & healthy during their pan-galactic transitions, bombastic shangaanized post-Rustie epic electro-boogie pumps the gravity levels up every time. Go to the soundcloud for more.

Having anticipated what will be, let us yearn for what wasn’t, a branching in modern history where the French didn’t join the European Space Flight Program with its ambition-sapping political chip bargaining, but instead decided to strike for the cosmos on their own using the funds that (in this alternative history) weren’t invested in the development of Minitel.

We can but imagine wistfully what the Gallic civilisation that, at the height of its synthetic, sci-fi hallucinatory powers gave us Magma, Jarre, Massiera, Vannier, Fevre, Goraguer, Laloux or Moebius could have accomplished in the wild black yonder beyond.

We would switch BBC 2 on, and watch a Horizon documentary populated by graduates from all sorts of awesome Écoles supérieures designing silver machines in the laboratories of impossible technopoles, watch polo-necked, Gauloises chain-smoking theoretical physicists deconstruct the philosophical implications of ‘Contact’ (cue this),  stare into cosmic wonders narrated by a gravelly-voiced crooner. All of this soundtracked by the ever-awesome Steve Moore.

Steve Moore – Primitive Neural Pathways

Primitive Neural Pathways is included in the double CD reissue of Primitive Neural Pathways/Valvaara out-of-print LPs undertaken by Static Caravan.

On how to cure irrevocable poisons

Featuring : Steve Moore + Sunshuke Kida

(Otoman architecture via 50 Watts)

As we descend parallel to the spike that impales the heart of the province over which our tower rises we reach a damp oubliette whose walls are covered in mysterious scribbles, the descent continues into the darkness, but we have never gone further, for an old man of foreboding countenance lives here, and his dire warnings about the dangers that lurk beneath are rather convincing. When in doubt, it is this blind oracle that we approach for counsel.

-We salute thee, old blind man who scribbles hermetic nonsense in the fungous walls.

-And I salute you back, dim and scrawny minions of the multifaceted beast who coils in the pool accreted from the dark dreams of a myriad psychics. What is your plea?

-We live in doubt o sage, for these are confusing days. We hear some respected commentators say that the culture that feeds us is devouring itself like a nostalgic ouroboros of past-dipping tail, we fear that our fetishism for the uncanny sounds of yore may be somewhat contributing to this outcome. What do you say to this, you who lives closest to the viscous pools that nurture our broadcasting?

-You think of yourselves too highly, and the Gods beneath laugh at your childish impudence. But I’d advise you not to worry. I have been watching you for long, and I’ve seen you trash in the turbulent winds of your racial culture like the chromatic fool of ancient pagan processions. I know you mean well, when you instinctively seek to stitch together a gestalt tapestry of fantastical reverie, and understand that it leads you to tap on certain sources of antique genealogy with metronomic frequency. That’s your schtick, there’s nothing wrong with that.

-But aren’t the Gods sick of our constant kneeling at the feet of handlebar moustached, leather gloved totems, analogue alchemists and cruel divas of sirenic pitch?

-Ha, how quaint you are. The Gods don’t listen, they speak, and you listen but you don’t understand, most of the times. All I can say is that they care little for your futile exertions, or your polysyllabic drone. But neither will they disapprove, for as long as the tribute that you pay, and the tribute that those you are the vessel of pay, is true of heart and in the direction of the psychedelic Mecca, not some egotistical altar of yourselves and themselves, or undertaken with that ironical sneer which truly is the canker which dulls the apex of the Manslowian pyramid. The intent of the effort you run along with is serious, but you shouldn’t be. Avoid sliding into the pit of meta-analysis, which is the death knell of fandom. Now run away back to your twisted playroom, I’ve got some gobbledygook to graffiti, shoo!

(The becloaked 20jazzfunkgreats cult climbs in sniggering procession to its sound chambers, where it will continue its Warhammer 40K campaign to the tune of some bombastic synthetic symphony)

20jazzfunkgreats has been seriously considering changing its name to ‘Steve Moore Stalking Club’, which is understandable given how much do the Z-series kosmische glidefests that the sage of Pittsburgh effortlessly delivers agree with our own inclinations towards the weird and the astronomical.

The always admirable Moon Glyph label is now releasing in tape format some work of his which goes back to 2004, we listen enthralled as ever.

Steve Moore – Cepheid (Original Version)

The original version of Cepheid (which was included in its definitive form in the wonderful The Henge EP) is our choice pick.

It rewinds the journey of a chaotic alien lifeform, back from its landing spot in Antarctican seracs and through the millennial trajectory that took it there from an apocalyptic battlefield galaxies far away, whence it was routed by an Eldar army whose Banshee champion wore a tunic covered in golden runes that flowed over the black fabric according to a mysterious whim. These runes contain the unsung lyrics of the SETI project disco headbanger that Cepheid is, and you can hear them if you listen hard enough.

Demon’s Souls has been our definitive video games experience this first half of the year, followed closely by Portal 2. If you have a PlayStation 3, enough trust to slide back into the ravished infrastructures of the PlayStation Network, and a few days to spare, we advise you to pay a visit to the lands of Boletaria where demons, dragons, ghouls and the odd hero await for your blade most eagerly.You will die a lot, and you will like it.

Sunshuke Kida’s soundtrack delivers the goods too, as the astonishing mutant strain off Ennio Morricone’s Exorcist 2 compositions that accompanies the video below demonstrates. But today we are leaving you with the theme tune for our guilt-ridden battle against Maiden Astraea, charitable mystic who dwells at the bottom of the valley of defilement, knee deep in a poisonous pool teeming with ghastly plague babies. It comes across like John Carpenter’s Christine Attacks if it had been produced by some 1970s (probably) French prog classico weirdo  (Massiera?  Goraguer? I say Vannier). Fantasy battles with cosmic repercussions don’t get any better than this.

Sunshuke Kida – Maiden Astraea

Gabor Changed the Game

In these days of such recording trickeries, where lo-fi records made on $4000 Macpros are re-recorded into tape recorders bought at cash converters, and Daniel Bedingfield makes a number one hit in this bedroom (how did he get that string quartet in there?), it becomes increasingly difficult to tell with what means a record has been made.

National Park System – Sad and Fucked (Not Moving)

For instance, we thunked this record by National Park System was made by bleeding a blurry photograph of Spacemen 3 over a washed out slide of Flying Saucer Attack with a glass of some psychedelic potion that would have made Timothy Leary weep from every pore. But actually, according to our research of analysis department located deep in Plymouth University, the above piece was conceived using an algorithm which controls a cloud of  a billion nanoscopic Kevin Shields across a variable grid constructed with a thousand Mary Chains. So there you go, its best not to make assumptions.

This has already done ‘the rounds’ but we are fascinated with these kinds of appliances of sciences, and it’s amazing to get an amazing drone track because it happens so rarely in this day and age. A beautifully accurate binary recreation of whacked out teenagers in love in 1991,  ‘A Visitor’s Guide’ is places the ghost back in the shell with the upmost love and attention. Not only that, but it’s also being put out by 20JFG pal Nihiti on the lo bit landcapes label.

Someone else who controls beauty on a microscopic level is Steve Moore…

Steve Moore – Frigia

This record has also done ‘the rounds’ before, and of course also made it into our best of last year, but unfortunately it didn’t actually come out until now. So of course always our pleasure to bring you some Steve Moore – and today we bring you the equally stunning flip of Zero Point Field. We know Steve has an awesome collection of synths, but it sound like this one was made by recording the drifting atmospheres of titans into the memory banks of a deep space mainframe infected with a microscopic lifeform we don’t yet understand. Whichever way it happened, the end result is still incredible.

If you missed this 12 the first time around or couldn’t find a copy then you’re in luck, the Zero Point Field EP is availiable now from Rush Hour on the L.I.E.S label.

 

 

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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