The sun’s stumbled drunkenly through the door, muttering incoherently about being late. How it’s very sorry; lost track of the time; won’t do it again. And we sigh and forgive it because with the windows open and the heating off we can indulge in late night communiques with the stars. The most ethereal of music…
We’ve written before about the time travel potential of this blog. More Chris Marker than Doctor Who, admittedly, but there never fails to be a mental jolt backwards (or forwards) as a new album drops into our mailbox. This time it was the wonderful Digitalis Records who knocked us back 27 years or so with…
This member of 20JFG is currently in the process of destroying and rebuilding his new home (seemingly atom by atom). There are places that haven’t seen light since the 30s. Features that have been unceremoniously buried beneath blankets of white paint, their crisp geometric forms blurred and shrouded. Stripping this away — gently scraping…
Altar Eagle is the alter ego of Brad Rose and Eden Hemming. Digital Gold Futures is the second track from their album, Nightrunners. And we shall be discussing this today. New dawn fades in here, over blue concrete husks. The sort of dawn that causes one of Ballard’s pulp Sci-Fi heroes to remark on the…
A bite sized portion of 20JFG for Friday, this week. Low on musings on bankers and the mysteries of the universe; high on choral doom and a sense of ritual dread. Pretty much home territory for us then. The always wonderful Digitalis bless us once again with The Slaves’ album Spirits of the Sun. Four…
We enjoyed Drive as a modular collection of beautifully shot set pieces that could have been reordered in many a way. Its story didn’t matter, and neither did its characters (except for Brian Cranston, for sure). Contrary to most of our friends, we didn’t enjoy the use of music in the film. Telling us what…
The Watcher gazes into the Ocean of Plenty from the rails of the lighthouse, its pummelling mass of amorphous complexity buffeting the stone cliffs over which the lighthouse rises like an evanescent will o’ the wisp. Whereas the informational waves that the Ocean of Plenty hurls against the coast do most often erode it into…
Ripped from music and sutured to the banal hooting of streets, deadening of flats and cold hum of offices, leaves you slightly overwhelmed when plugging back in. The music that we tend to gravitate towards on these pages acts like a wormhole to the strange lands these artists conjure. Kinda’ like Jarvis’s scented candle if…
Imagine the vastness of space. The stars, the nebula, the staggering distances covered by the elegant glide of galaxies. This is how we can measure what’s small. The European Space Agency’s Integral gamma-ray observatory floats serenely above us, a metallic proof of Kubrick’s waltz. It sits and absorbs, sending its results to the eager consumers…
Like some drumless-techno-titan stalking the sand blasted bazaars of a near-future, eastern city, You Ain’t Reeling reveals itself. Played out on an Indian Harmonium and fed through the requisite nest of effects — be they tape or pedal — we’re gifted what sounds, to all the world, like the intro to some club-banging-beast. The drones…
This is what happens when our malevolent monarchy grants us the day off. We post, not in our natural habitat of one minute past midnight (GMT), but in the bright light of day. Oh dear. 20JFG hasn’t been paying close enough attention to the wonderful Digitalis Recordings over the years but we hope to change…