Soon - Nicky Click, Glass Candy, Chromatics, Selfish Cunt, Munch Munch, Wizardzz and more! no plans as yet, boo! Please do not link directly to the mp3s, if you like what we do be polite enough to link to the post itself (or Davros will get you).
- play once and then DESTROY!) Please buy records - you know it's good fun! If you want to send music to 20JazzFunkGreats, please inquire via .
If you are an artist (or represent an artist) featured on this blog and want us to take down a song, let us know, and it will be blasted from the server on the double. Dance! Music!
(Pt. 5 Raging in the plague age)
Go to that lovely christmas work do, watch your respectable colleagues become bubonic bats spreading sickly black wings, black blue bloated veins holding on to a drink, sneaking surreptitiously around the body of a wide-eyed victim, angry drooling mouths supurating toxic saliva and baring yellow teeth, close your eyes. We hope you weren't looking into the mirror.
Open your eyes, switch the TV on and admire all those inflatable bodies with plastic skins floating like plague balloons in front of you, selling you rings and jewels and perfumes with which to disguise the stench of loneliness and inadequacy. Change channel, a rotting corpse wearing an expensive hat reads feebly from the papers a squad of cackling skeletons slid into her hands, fear fear fear hope nothing will happen fear we have had freedom for too long give some away and be free to fear. Close your eyes, switch off the TV and go CCTV, yes, fear as slimy pink monsters run tither and yon with an empty look in their blood-shot eyes, chasing the ghost of happinness in the crushed face of someone who dared stare, in a swollen sweaty body squeezed un-squeezed from too small a dress, because fat is to be feared too.
Close your eyes and walk fast to a safe place, chase that happinness too in a bag glass wrap of white fake magic, find it for a second forgetting.
Yourself.
20jazzfunkgreats would like to extend warm heartfelt seasonal greetings y'all, remember, it's gonna be 2007, drop it like it's sick, the party vibe must be fucked up because that's where it's at, and when we say fucked up we mean fuck it up, not fuck yourself up, remember, monsters like 2 dance 2.
took our souls by storm with , and with which I guess could be considered their 'dance record', they fucking trash it. Police Eternity just sounds like Marilyn Manson would if he actually meant it, and knew how to do it too, or if decided to get 'funky', whatever that means, dark stuff all the same.
(rather awesome photo above taken by 
Perhaps a sonic metaphor for high rise, the crack opens wide and come through pure with a piece of disturbing testosterone fuelled aggro that makes sound quite tame by comparison, you're bound to go ballistic when you know you have looking over your shoulder.
Which sounds like mechanical fists building a palace of abstract, absurd, savage pristine beauty, no-one can beat , the spanish daddies of industrial techno, when they decide to get structurally nasty. This wonder of tension is from that depot of binary shrapnel, their . Check these guys out, Benedict.
Welcome to the XXth century.
You can go home now.
This one goes to my brother .
But it's of course,
TONIGHT Friday at the Core Club
10-3.30
5 quid/4 NUS-flyer carriers/3 if you go to Kai's night at the Penthouse.
Bring ID
With live, or Erase Errata riding shotgun in Mark E.
Smith's post punk beat up 56 chevy. Dangle Doodle Doo..
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The beauty of supporting.
And Do DJs bring tha noize.
If you're in London go to the comeback at Sub Club, say hi to Twitch and Den from us.
Anyway, have a nice weekend and do lots of xmax shopping, nevermind or mind the above, we at 20jazzfunkgreats are so nice and balanced because we throw up all the shit off our system in this humble pooterzine of yours truly, kowabunga.
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