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Golden Dawn Meet and Greet Mixtape (with a tip of the hat to Christopher Lee)

Featuring : Podcast + The Passenger

ChristopherLee

Last time The Passenger got in touch with us, he referred to one of his recent tapes (this one) as something that would be suitable “for that awkward moment when you have to pick some music to play at the golden dawn meet n greet”. That image stuck in our heads, so we asked him if he would kindly put together a mixtape for us that would fulfil that exact purpose.

Here you have the portentous result.

Differently from other “Secret” 20JFG mixtapes, there is no mystery about the identity of the purveyor of today’s (or tonight’s, for it becomes night wherever this get played) sounds. You should however feel free to propose names for the titles of the tracks herein contained.

Things like “Rendezvous with the Hyades incarnate”, “Release of the deep-sea squid Gonatus onyx brood”, or “Christopher Lee and Vincent Price silver-blade fencing in the macabraest region of heaven” all sound appropriate, and this makes us happy.

Enjoy!

The Passenger: Golden Dawn Meet & Greet mix

Go here for more information about The Passenger.

That night at the Unselfreproducing Automata Disco

(Jim Steranko is so cool)

I have been presenting MoToons with Lily Fermi-Gødel every Saturday Morning for more than 2 years and I still cannot understand a single word she says.

But it gets worse. I cannot fathom her fashion sense or body language. I don’t know if she is a new x romantic or a post-mo-formist. When she stares at me out of the corner of her eye, coyly, I can’t tell whether that coyness is coyness, lust or disgust. The book of her face is written in a hieroglyphic tongue. I can’t even tell if she wonders about me like I wonder about her. Maybe she’s a solipsist, maybe she thinks I’m a figment of her all-engrossing imagination.

I suspect our pairing optimises the audience reach for MoToons, and that’s enough. Sustaining our weird psycho-alien-sexual-call-it-x (which is an important element of the show’s mainstream appeal) requires keeping us in the dark about each other’s cultural-cognitive paradigm.

But it gets worse. I think I’ve fallen in love with her.

And I don’t know if this is what Mo-Toons Media Producers intended from day one.

One thing I know. I know that this weekend is our last, I wasn’t meant to find out but I did. MoToons is getting a makeover, with new presenters coming online next week. Lily Fermi-Gødel has a ticket booked for the Daisy Age System on Monday. What are their plans for me? I don’t know, and I don’t care, without Lily Fermi-Gødel, my future is void.

Tonight is my last chance. I have hacked her scheduling system and discovered that she will be at the Unselfreproducing Automata disco between 3 EST and 5 EST doing a feature on the Intersectors, a tribe that is trying to bridge contemporary society’s cultural trenches organically, instead of top-down, like the Media Producer Class does. Very revolutionary, and ripe for cultural phagocytosis I suppose.

One of the Intersector’s main brokering tools are Pop sonics (songs?) with a high level of emotional generality, executed in the context of dyadic/collective dancing. According to epsi/Wikipedia.org, these ‘songs’ were part of our species shared courtship & mating rituals, before we evolved away in a myriad market segments.

It all sounds quite weird, but I have nothing to lose. Tonight I will go to the Unselfreproducing Automata Disco, and listen to the ‘Pop’ sonics, I will grab Lily Fermi-Gødel by the hand, and I will dance with her, and perhaps she will understand that I love her, and love will have the same positive connotations in her cognitive system that it has in mine, right now. We will travel together to the Daisy Age System, and my future will be never-ending joy. Yes.

(The Media Producer Class precogs had of course forecasted that Enrico Karman-Unceta would behave this way. The live footage of his failure is available for body-glove simulation at MoToons/MoMotoons.life; The Interceptors continue experimenting with Pop Sonics, one day they will succeed. Translated from the Cute-Naïve dialect by Siri43.02)

Motion Studies are interstellar trovadours making torch songs for an uplifted civilisation that jettisoned fire in a distant segment of the vector that joins their origin to our location.

Hearts will Beat supports the panspermian hypothesis with its meme-o-type traces of the Swedish creep-pop diaspora, Bristol’s metal gun grey melancholia & Chicago’s dancefloor sex gospel. It will help us communicate with the self-same civilisation when it arrives, anytime soon (this post is part of the propaganda campaign preceding their advent).

Motion Studies – Hearts Will Beat

Go and get the Debut EP for free at Bandcamp.

The Passenger’s remix of Village ‘Stranger Thoughts’ rises from the Venusian Cloud Ocean which was Justin Bieber’s x800 coma like a crunk ghost dressed in primary colours, or an early pang of self-awareness electrifying that primeval soup of dumb bliss.

If Animal Collective hadn’t ripped off (ok, paid tribute to) Jamie Principle in My Girls, and instead taken its polygamist undercurrents to their Brian Yuzna flesh-sharing conclusion, maybe it would have sounded like this. And we’d probably be dead, given how much it was played at our club-night.

Village – Stranger Thoughts (the passengers drift mix)

You can check out Village here further. Go and buy The Passenger’s brilliant \_| here.

 

 

Best of 2011, part III: Get fit with 20jfg

Whether your with Dunbar on music and dance evolving as mass social grooming, Darwin and his strutting peacock, or feel dancing and music is tickling the brain in ways nature cannot, dancing is a part of our humanity and has been for a very long time. 2011 was a good time for music you could dance too…

 

Lindstrøm : De Javu When you play a Lindstrom track in your dj set its always difficult to follow. It’s normally difficult to know what to play it after too becuase, lets face it, no one else makes records that sound like this. The new album Six Cups Of Rebel is out on Small Town Supersound in February.

Lindstrøm – De Javu

Buy : De Javu

 

James Fox: New Jack Swing James Fox laces pristine mid-tempo dance with some silky new jack swing vibes, projecting us inside an utopia of white and honey which is to mainstream house music what romance is to porn.

We are believers in the possibility of a non-fucked up after-hours club where the tribes congregate to squeeze the last ounce of physical sweetness of the ephemeral night, rather than gurn their way into infinity. If that place exists, this is its theme tune.

James Fox – New Jack Swing

Buy: New Jack Swing

 


SebastiAn: Love In Motion Feat. Mayer Hawthrone
  More Stones Throw related goodness by way of the loudest Banger on Ed’s roster pitching Patrick Cowley’s Lift Off Down to an unmistakably Purple Oneesqu slowed clap groove.

SebastiAn – Love In Motion Feat. Mayer Hawthrone

Buy : Love in motion

 

Machinedrum: Come1  Riding last year’s bubbling up of Juke and snapping it into a piano-house ghost-ballad workout.  With an opening the hits right in the feet and then proceeds to gently let up over the next six minutes Come1 is the reverse of most dancefloor equations.  Drawing you in with it’s hedonistic intensity from the off then taking you on a tour of its sorrow.

The whole album’s a near effortless reminder of how good dance albums can be.  building upon a Footwerk foundation to deliver everything from a dancefloor Boards of Canada (Now U Know Tha Deal 4 Real) to one of the most cathartically maudlin pieces of music this year in Lay Me Down (which has the audacity to not actually be the last track on the album).

Machinedrum – Come1

Buy: Room(s)

 

Graphics: Adjectival E Well Rounded are quickly and efficiently becoming a treasure of the Brighton Vs. Hove demilitarised zone.  Graphics is the second release on offshoot, Well Rounded Individuals and is a towering example of Fractured British Dance Music.  A sliced vocal looped and buried under fabric-thin waves of synth washes haunts the intricate drum programming and sweeping siren-calls that interleave and enchant.  Which is not to say it’s adverse to a break and a surging refrain, that’d be silly.

Graphics – ‘Adjectival E’

Buy: Adjectival E / OK Rainbow

 

Den Haan: Gods From Outer Space Bandying “macho disco” around like leather, sweat, and guitar riffs were about to go out of fashion Gods From Outer Space is probably more fun that you can actually ever have in a club, but with this as your soundtrack it would be impossible not to try.

Den Haan – Gods From Outer Space

Buy: Gods From Outer Space

 

D/R/U/G/S: Connected Connected doesn’t waste much time bringing its snippets of Techno and House to bear on the floor.  Far too much has been written about ghostly reconfigurations of former genre glories and the pillars that this stands upon are amply described by the track itself in the opening minute and a half.  Exercising aCraig-ian approach to the build, the drop finally arrives and the euphoria is suitably unleashed.  Not ones to paddle in the pool of anti-intellectual hedonism, 20JFG are satiated by the wiring machine ballet that seems to underpin the ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE HANDS IN THE AIR PIANO HOUSE that forms the back end of the track.

D_R_U_G_S – CONNECTED

Buy: Connected

 

Magic Touch: I can Feel the Heat  Imagine a unicorn leaping out of an original pre-hipster/Urban Outfitters post-everything appropriation 1980s t-shirt, into a rainbow pond of everything that’s awesome about disco music, and out again into the garden of eternal delights that lies beyond, where it dries itself with an almighty shake, droplets of joy splattering all over in a kaleidoscopic rain which is photographed with minimum exposure, the ensuing images (or their emotional equivalent) are then pressed on vinyl for the whole world to dance to.

Magic Touch – I can Feel the Heat

Buy: I can Feel the Heat

 

Ital: Ital’s Theme Ital soundtracks the muscular leaving party for a space marine squadron. A glimpse out of battered portholes onto the uniquely specular beauty of crystalline asteroids, for a moment…before the pounding of the room draws their attention back to the dancefloor with a heaving, looping ecstatic roll of wave after wave of 23rd century Italo instrumentals.

Ital – One Hit

Buy: Ital’s theme

 

Death in Vegas: Trans-Love Energies Richard Fearless returned with a 7+ minute track referencing the soundtrack to New York’s The Loft and the UK Acid House scene featuring the considerable vocal talents of Katie Stelmanis of Austra, and we couldn’t stop playing it. The only thing that could have made it better would have been a 30min extended remix. The rest of the album wasn’t bad either.

Death in Vegas – Your Loft My Acid

Buy : Trans-love Energies

 

Austra : Beat and the Pulse EP This Domino records early 2011 release of haunted industrial folk has, deservedly, has stayed with us all year.

Austra – Beat And The Pulse (Extended Version)

Buy : Beat and The Pulse

 

Hans Tanza: An Audience with Hans Tanza Nutjob consultant extraordinaire Hans Tanza convenes a board meetingto discuss the quarterly impacts of psy-trance flotations on the  futures market of electro-acoustic academia circa 1976

Hans Tanza – The Insight Generator

Buy: An Audience with Hans Tanza

 

Mi Ami: Dolphins EP Mi Ami’s vessel plunges through a forest of cyclopean futurist hulks, its distorting, tape-bent beats pounding off the walls.  High above Gavin Russom watches from a former car insurance office (now sans walls) and smiles to himself in the knowledge that there are others.  Glancing upwards for a moment he catches the forms of Derrick May and Carl Craig huddling around a fire, lit on an equally exposed floor of an old financial institution. Down below the vessel nears the source of the sound as light cascades from the rising sun.  Hundreds of people throb around a fire giving thanks to those who came before, those who provided us with such riches.  A badly painted cloth hangs from an old piece of corporate art and reads: ‘Things should be made anew before they are destroyed again.’

Mi Ami – Sunrise

Buy: Dolphins

 

Virgo: Resurrection (reissue) To call this life-changing is no exaggeration. Imagine the most intimate moment of ‘It’s You’ by ESP’ time stretched across a 3 hour movie about Jamie Principle floating on the ethereal plane and perhaps you’re getting there.

Virgo Four – The Mop

Buy: Ressurrection

 

Daphni: JIAOLONG001 While we found Caribou’s recent album to be not as up our street as the previous few we did very much enjoy the Daphni remix project which re-visited the gratuitous psychedelic elements we loved about Caribou’s sound.

Cos-Ber-Zam – Ne Noya (Daphni Mix)

Buy : JIAOLONG001

 

Wheez-ie: All Werked Up EP Texan Juke desperado Wheez-ie’s  veers between hardcore footwork punishment and futuristic heartbreak – ‘Leave her Alone’ hovers above the battlefield like the X-Men’s Storm, convening from the summer skies a purple hurricane of emotion at whose eye spins a silver music box delicate ballerina.

Wheez-ie – Leave Her Alone

Buy: All Werked Up

 

Xander Harris: I want more than Just Blood/Urban Gothic If you like your drum programming hand built from the Dopplereffekt textbook of absolute rigidity,  and your synth lines played straight from the pained claws of The Phantom of Paradise, then Xander Harris is the pick for you.

Xander Harris – I Want More Than Blood (High Heels Remix)

Buy: Urban Gothic/I want more than Just Blood (sold out)

 

Innergaze: Shadow Disco Innergaze take us in a strut through a parallel land where mirrors, glitter and dances are the holy sacraments of a mainstream religion whose father  is Liquid Liquid (on a dubby bender), the son is Daniel Wang and the holy spirit Arthur Russell. On its journey it collects a thousand scuzz tropes and redistributes them across a skeletal groove so lazy, it makes E.S.G sound like a clinical minimal techno project devised by the appointed keepers of metronomic purity. Spectral hedonism, that’s our new calling.

Innergaze – Shadow Disco

Buy: Shadow Disco.

 

Factory Floor: Various 12’’ Factory Floor strip dance music down to its bare components, and configure them with the grim nonchalance of a murder squad retained by the black ops soviet. Synth loops blast like machine language glyphs straight off Nitzer Ebb’s and Front 242 body music usage dictionary.  The motorik beats read like input-output flows in a 5 year programme of industrial production that measures results in terms of sweat. The shards of distortion are cruelly designed to produce collateral damage, demoralization and mass surrender.

Factory Floor – Lying (Chris Carter Remix)

And then there’s this…

 

Buy: Blast First 12; Two Different Ways.

 

Zomby: Dedication Zomby  buries us in a frozen dead ocean, where we float surrounded by a constellation of discrete music molecules floating in stasis. They recall the past (massively compressed Jarre, blocks of primary colour which are the slices of a Jan Hammer gradient) but aren’t it. Rather, evolved echoes, nano-designed DNA blueprints for a future fauna of Cupertino Panthers and fractal wing dragonflies.

Zomby – Mozaik

Buy: Dedication

 

Lumpen Nobleman: Grusha Lumpen Nobleman’s (no link, alas) is all about the deepness, the abyssal and the sub-dermal, ochre drones awesome like the ornate dome of a defiled Orthodox monastery breaking through the mist, grim commandoes in ghillie suits pulling their best Snake moves up the snowy hill, an inhuman metronome ticks away at the heart of the ruins, counting down the time left for the start of the paranormal firefight.

Lumpen Nobleman – Scaling the Yablonois

Buy: Grusha..

 

FWY: Ventura EP We continue our love affair with Edmund Xavier and his FWY’s trucker techno-gamelan escapades. Watch out for the title track’s superb melancholy drone, like Cormac McCarthy’s existential cowboy gazing into a neuromantic dead-channel sky, a moment before stepping past the borderline.

FWY – Ventura FWY

 

The Passenger: \_| The Passenger’s \_|  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.

The Passenger – Entitled One

Buy: \_|

 

Pye Corner Audio: Black Mill Tapes Vol.2. The first post witch house record? Made by someone who probably never heard of witch house? Slow techno and radiophonic electronic passed through a hauntology filter to create one hell of an immersive experience. Why this isn’t on everyone’s albums of the year list is mystifying.

Pye Corner Audio – Electronic Rhythm Number Seven

Buy : Black Mill Tapes Vol.2.

 

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 Lurker in the Booth pt 1.

Featuring : Blizzardo + The Passenger

(Amei Ozaki painting via 50Watts)

(Unedited copy from an article in the Gazzette, 9th of XXXXXX, 20XX)

No one has been able to explain the events at the Cube Club on the First of XXXXXX of 20XX, between 3am – when the security guards shut the doors and told the crowd queuing outside to leave – and 9am – when the cleaners arrived for their shift to find a large pool of blood overflowing from under the locked doors. The coroner at St. Mary’s Hospital has yet to release his report, and the police are still examining the CCTV footage. According to our sources, at least 40 identification documents (id and credit cards) have been found amongst the carnage. In most cases, it has been impossible to physically identify the victims, given the state of their remains.

We have interviewed some people who left the club before 3am. Their memories are a bit blurred, which isn’t surprising, given the decadent reputation of the Cube. This is an excerpt from an interview with one of them, aged 21:

“I was so annoyed I had to go home early that night. I guess I was lucky after all. Anyway, I was taking it easy, just a few drinks and a dance. Not that I ever do anything else, mind. But the DJ was on fire. It was this new guy, a replacement for DJ Marco, this awesome guy who rocks the best Summer Parties in Ibiza. Anyway, we were really disappointed when we found out that Marco had lost his flight and Dean [the owner of Cube Club] had got this other guy instead. We were going to go home when he started playing all the hits, so we decided to stay for a bit. It was music that we had never heard, really powerful and cold like some space ship headed to conquer distant galaxies, in a sexy totalitarian way. I had one of the best dances of the year, it was better than being on drugs! Not that I ever take drugs, will you publish that?

So, I went to the DJ booth to give the new guy the thumbs up. He looked well weird, really pale guy with small cold eyes, shaved head. He was wearing a really lame leather trenchcoat. I said thanks man, tried to do a high five but he totally blanked me, smirked between his black lips, I saw the tips of his teeth, spiky, he may have said something, but I only heard a hiss. Nothing nice, anyway. Cheer up goth, whatever! He really creeped me out. We went home really soon after that”

Blizzardo – Cheer

The Passenger – In Flight Acid

{In his short story ‘The Gernsback Continuum’, William Gibson describes the semiotic ghosts of an imagined future populating the alternative now – in his case, the slipstream architecture of 1930s pulp futurism as depicted in Hugo Gernsback’s publications. In the two tunes above, The Passenger and Blizzardo convey snapshots from the Armando/Original UK Cyborg druid raver continuum, an assembly line at the heart of a factory which is a cathedral which is a gauntlet which isn’t a gauntlet, its metal collar priests/workers strike with relics/tools powered by an endorphin releasing generator. And thus we are assembled, and slide dancing towards a day of automated joy.}