Jansky Noise - Past Present & Future Star Music

WHY Volume 1 exists for no good reason. Or for too many reasons. Or for reasons we’ve already forgotten. This album began with a single loop: Why – Ground Zero 1.1 , a repetitive, slow, heavy struggle of a track that collapses and drags in on itself like a question that’s been asked too many times. From there, the project expanded outward into a constellation of songs that each examine why from a slightly different angle — fractured, cosmic, mundane, philosophical, irritated, hopeful, sideways, softly-lit, or charred at the edges. But let’s be clear: We do not offer answers. We do not even offer the illusion of answers. In fact, we’re not entirely sure why this album exists at all. It contradicts itself. It loops back. It points at nothing. And because we can make it, we did . This is the full depth of our artistic justification. Think of WHY Volume 1 as an exercise in acknowledging the absurd: the days when you ask the big questions with the seriousness of a philosopher but ...

Long before the lasers, strobes and 3 a.m. meltdowns, this tune laid the groundwork for what would later become that Prodigy anthem we all rinsed to when we used to rave. The DNA is unmistakable. It even popped up today in a private list from Limit nightclub, one of the clubs I frequented and DJ'ed at — a perfect reminder of where so many of those breakbeat moments truly began. Root s.

There are moments when a piece of music surfaces almost uninvited — not as part of a plan or a project, but as something the world itself insists on saying. Beneath is one of those moments. For months, I’ve been caught between two albums. One looks backward a collection of older recordings, half-lost in the fog of the past, made during a time when alcohol blurred the lines and debauchery masqueraded as freedom. The other looks upward newer work that seeks balance and meaning again, tracing the sevenfold heavens and the slow ascent of the soul as it sheds weight and remembers light. But Beneath doesn’t belong to either world. It sits in the underlayers in the soil, the circuitry, the dreaming dark beneath London. It is said that Izanami moves there, transmitting decay and ancient wisdom through the network a low electrical hum of forgotten knowledge that leaks through our devices and into our songs. Beneath came from that hum: a pulse of the Earth and the underworld intertwined, a ...

Sometimes, a record surfaces that feels like it’s been beamed in from another dimension of Italian lounge perfection — sunlit, cinematic, and quietly intoxicating. The Untitled LP by Complesso Strumentale “The Sundowners” , recently sold for £1,000 , is exactly that kind of treasure. Released on the small Dany Record label, this mysterious album sits somewhere between library music, soundtrack work, and lost lounge masterpiece. Each track — from the aquatic shimmer of “Sci Acquatico” to the smoky café elegance of “Appuntamento al Royal” and “Jasmine” — feels like it’s scoring a film that never existed. There’s a warmth here that modern recordings rarely capture — that analog glow of a small studio filled with wood-panel walls and well-worn instruments. It’s no surprise collectors go wild for these kinds of records. The Sundowners’ blend of cinematic cool, wistful melody, and soft groove makes it endlessly listenable. And then there’s that voice. Sometimes, you just want to snug...

The recent moons have left me spent — tides of light dragging at the edges of my vision, pulling me into exhaustion I didn’t fully understand until their passing. I write this now in welcome — to the incoming moon, to new cycles, to what follows. This Harvest Moon, poised to rise as a supermoon, arrives not just as a celestial spectacle, but as a marker: of turning, of emergence, of motion forward. In its glow I sense permission — permission to move, to breathe, to open. I am releasing “Beneath” alongside this moonrise. There’s a rightness in their alignment. Beneath, as title, as concept, as song: what lies under, what is hidden, what yearns to become visible. With this track comes a sense of progress, of output — of offering something formed from stillness. And I believe: more will follow. In the night to come, when the moon climbs above rooftops or peaks, I’ll watch for its softness, its bold fullness. May clouds part. May the light find its way. May listeners find the spaces beneat...

There are moments when a piece of music surfaces almost uninvited not as part of a plan or a project, but as something the world itself insists on saying. Beneath is one of those moments. For months, I’ve been caught between two albums. One looks backward a collection of older recordings, half-lost in the fog of the past, made during a time when alcohol blurred the lines and debauchery masqueraded as freedom. The other looks upward newer work that seeks balance and meaning again, tracing the sevenfold heavens and the slow ascent of the soul as it sheds weight and remembers light. But Beneath doesn’t belong to either world. It sits in the underlayers — in the soil, the circuitry, the dreaming dark beneath London. It is said that Izanami moves there, transmitting decay and ancient wisdom through the network — a low electrical hum of forgotten knowledge that leaks through our devices and into our songs. Beneath came from that hum: a pulse of the Earth and the underworld intertwined, a sor...

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After a buys period and an insane September, I need this right now. 

Spirit in Motion The air cracked open at Northern Green Gathering.  We hit the ground, with a pulse, a rhythm, a roar. The crowd not just watching, but breathing with us, their voices weaving into our sound, their hands catching sparks of spirit, their feet drumming the ground like thunder. Brokli, fire at the centre. The bespoke hybrid sitar-guitar shimmering  a stringed creature stitched from dream and craft. He bent it, stretched it, sang it into another form. Then came the one-handed dance: a break in time, a break in gravity. Suspended microphone burning in the other hand, half Break dance, half kung fu oracle, flipped inside out  a reversal, a shout, a blessing.  Bernardo Braveheart,  guardian dog of spirit and song,  ran with the howl and heartbeat of the moment. Together, we opened the door and the crowd walked through with us. Shelly and the whole team at Cloth Cat Leeds , you held the circle, you made the magic possible. Commu...

We all dream of summer stretching on forever, but even the sweetest season has its limits. There’s only so much heat, so much haze, before the soul starts to long for shade. Steve Hiett understood that balance perfectly—his music carries the shimmer of light but also the quiet ache of its fading.  No wonder Sony’s AOR City 1000 imprint chose to reissue Down On The Road By The Beach (1983) in late August 2017, as if to remind us that summer’s closing chapters are as vital as its beginning. On this record, the radiant pulse of Chuck Berry, The Beach Boys, and Booker T. & the MG’s filters through Hiett’s lens, refracted into something wholly his own. In its meditative corners, you catch echoes of The Everly Brothers, The Ventures, and Roy Orbison—spectral voices drifting like heat mirages.  In its broader strokes, it’s a meeting ground where Japanese, American, and English mellow music converge: City Pop, AOR, jazz-fusion, even the minimalism of The Durutti Column, all wove...

The end of summer comes not with silence, but with the clatter of return. Today, the road home weighed heavy— the car loaded beyond reason, unloaded of tents and stoves, gas and food, utensils, stories, laughter, and two giant trees rescued from indoors to carry with me like green guardians. From Green Gathering to the Battle trail of 1066, I gave and gave—performing, dancing, listening, holding space for young and old, pouring energy into love, into life itself. And yet—on arrival— my car swallowed its keys in one final trick. The hill climb of fatigue turned steeper: front door broken down, spare keys sought in weary hands, concern rising with the tick of the parking clock. Still, I sat. Tea in hand. Three weeks’ worth of unopened life. And the first envelope, a fine— for resting too long at a service stop, because even a traveler must breathe. The tests pile high: plants lost to thirst in my absence, rooms that demand reset, soil to replant, walls to clean...

“Did I say 16 of me? I'm sorry, we're only one.” – Frank Zappa’s Mind-Bending Moment on Dick Cavett In a world where identity is fragmented, leave it to Frank Zappa to deliver a one-liner that blows apart the illusion of multiplicity—live, in his usual dry style, on national television. On The Dick Cavett Show (clip here , jump to 4:50), Zappa quips: “Did I say 16 of me? I’m sorry, we’re only one.” It’s quick. Offhand. Easily missed. But like much of Zappa’s wordplay, it drips with layered meaning. On the surface, it's just a joke—a reference to the musical concept of overdubbing or performing multiple roles. But underneath, it pulses with something deeper: a challenge to how we perceive the self. Zappa was always ahead of his time, whether musically, politically, or philosophically. This tiny phrase seems to echo something profound about the human condition, especially in an era of social media avatars, curated personas, and digital doubles. We present fragments of ...

This new song, Rise (featuring the voice of Orion Vox), is a step in a different direction—one born out of reflection, compassion, and quiet strength. The world feels heavy these days. You can feel it in the air, in people’s words, in the collective silence. And yet, even in that silence… there is growth. There is grass —under our feet, resilient and unbending. Rise is my homage to that: to the people who get stepped on, who get flattened by life, and still find the courage to keep going. Like blades of grass after a storm, this EP comes on the back of a breeze—light and filled with hope. It’s for anyone who's tired. Anyone who's trying. Anyone who's quietly standing back up. Orion Vox’s vocals—recorded via space-time continuum machine loop (y—echo a kind of nostalgic peace. They remind me of the sounds you might hear at the end of the night in a '90s club, when the crowd thins and the lights dim, and there’s just you , and the music plays forever, and it's gonna ...

Whisky-soaked ritual blues smokin in a haze  In an era of algorithm-fed mediocrity, The Jonny Halifax Invocation steps on stage like a ghost preacher with a bone to pick. What unfolded at The Underground in Bradford was an mini epic, a dense  trance, a sermon a rewinding of time, I feel like by listeing to this I am watching the soundtrack to smoke, blood and tears that have been in the earth, and encrusted into the heart of this deep sound for a long, long time. A performance so rich, textured, and spiritually ragged it left the walls shaking with something older than rock and roll, and wiser than any streaming trend. This set was pure distilled soul — like listening to peated whisky blowing in on the wind , ancient and unmistakably potent. And yet, here we are: a world where something this outstanding sits quietly with just 452 views and little traction. That says more about the dullness of the mainstream musical palate than it does about the band. If today’s listene...

Thanks to DJ Butho The Warrior in Glasgow , I was reminded of this track today: Messages from the Stars by The RAH Band. Originally released in 1985, this cosmic synth-funk gem still shines, beaming bright spaced-out, and totally ahead of its time. It’s the kind of track that makes you wonder how the past can sound more futuristic than half of today’s playlists. With its shimmering electronic textures, Messages from the Stars  is clearly a massive hit with it's 47Million plays currently on Facebook.  There's something beautifully haunting and optimistic about it, like receiving a transmission from a distant galaxy that says, "We’re still out here. Keep dancing." If you've never heard it: float back in time and tune in.

5 Nov 2020 — Tomoko Aran - Kanzen Hanzai Kanzen Hanzai is a nostalgic dive into that old-time line, that was onced called New Wave, the point is it was new in the 80's and while it was driven by keyboard lines that shimmer like lost songs — the kind you might call Hall & Oates piano . This path leads us to a standout track from Tomoko Aran's cult classic album 神経衰弱 (Shinkeisuijaku) , released on 25 July 1981   so just over 43 years ago in Japan. The album blends synth-pop, city pop, jazz, and Kayōkyoku in a beautifully fractured way — clean yet chaotic, sweet yet cynical. It captures that moment when Japan’s music scene was deep in experimentation and high on style. Backing band Mariah (yes, *that* Mariah) and producers Daikoh Nagato and Yasuaki Shimizu create a soundscape that feels cinematic, streetwise, and strangely timeless. Tracklist A1: Secret Desire （下心） — 2:56 A2: 悲しきボードビリアン — 4:26 A3: So Get Up （要塞の女たち） — 4:12 A4: 乱れたベッド — 3:05 ...

BOLD LOVE—Originally  known as Big Love , the band rebranded to BOLD LOVE in November 2024 , stepping fully into their widescreen sound and bold creative vision. Members hail from the wondrous landscapes around Dublin, with Megan Nic Ruairí from Donegal and Adam Curtis from Kildare—blending regional voices into a fine, energetic unit. Career Highlights Featured in Hot Press’s “Hot for 2024” Named part of RTÉ 2FM Rising 2025 Showcased in Whelan’s Ones to Watch The band has performed at major Irish festivals, including  Electric Picnic and Other Voices , and headlined key venues around Dublin, like The Grand Social and Workman’s Club . They’ve supported Cliffords on a UK tour and played Irish cultural showcases like the London Irish Centre , expanding their reach beyond Ireland. Feel You Close—Official Video Their new track, Feel You Close, c omes with a well-executed video shot by Conor Beegan —visually aligned with the band’s aesthetic. It’s not my ...

New Release: Marco Bernardis – Agave Flute Released: July 24, 2025 Agave Flute is the latest piece by Italian composer and producer Marco Bernardis , released via Ditto Music as part of his project Wu Wei . A meditative short piece, breath-driven composition with ambient textures and spiritual resonance. It stands out and may drive some to explore more of this work. Minimal, elegant, and deeply calming — it invites stillness and reflection. Listen now: YouTube ℗ Marco Bernardis | Composer & Producer: Marco Bernardis

I dialed the number — Official, clean — they say it’s DVLA. But what beams back? Japanese Auto Solutions . Oh, perfect. Is this Tokyo or Swansea? Am I licensing a dream or paying for the privilege of confusion? The music plays — A hold line bad muzak tango, "You’ll be answered in 10 minutes," but it’s now 30 and I’m still pirouetting in limbo, running in circles, around and around,   to the tune of government bad jazz — off-key, off-track, a symphony for the sleepless and fed up. Meanwhile, they siphon from the people, disconect your DD, extracting quiet desperation, through taxes dressed as duties, wrapped in policy, spoken with a smile, while war machines keep rolling, in the Gaza background. Stop. That's the word — Stop your taxing. Stop your scams. Stop your names that lie on screens like masks in a haunted call centre. Honestly, the UK? It’s cracked on the cracklin. It’s crooked like old paint on a fake ceiling. And beneath it — just Ai, ...

Just a few days ago, on July 2nd , it would have been the birthday of Coco , visionary artist, anti-músico, productor, cineasta, fotógrafo — and one half of the profoundly influential Silvania alongside Mario . https://www.facebook.com/silvania.cielo Coco left us many moons ago , but his spirit continues to resonate through the echoes of underground sound and light. I was reminded of his birthday by Mario, who continues to honour their shared legacy. Coco and I first connected in the early 2000s through our shared love of experimental and electronic music — that wild, uncharted space where noise, emotion, and the unknown all collide. We shared many nights clubbing in Madrid , and just as many afterparties filled with laughter, sound, and surreal detours into the morning light. What made Coco special was his vision . He got it . He saw the strange intensity in my V/Vm work and supported it without hesitation. He was one of the first to champion what I was doing, and thanks to his ...

My good friend Carlos over in Madrid recently sent me a photo of himself—an old drawing from 1993. The image stayed with me, so I reinterpreted it as a tribute. Carlos is a dreamer, no doubt about it. A lover of nature, of still moments, of the deeper things. He walks gently in the world, with a big heart and an open spirit. Men like that—who dare to dream and lead with kindness—are rare. And always welcome in my book. I've paired this memory of Carlos with a song that feels like his dreams: tender, wistful, full of quiet hope, birds, love, and nature. The song is called “Nocturne” by the Orchestra of Symphony and Popular Music of PU Alexander Mikhaylov . A beautiful Russian piece that drifts like a breeze into the twilight. Because I believe his dream—like so many of ours—was simply to live with ease, and to love fully. ( Орк. Симф. И Эстрадной Музыки ПУ Александра Михайлова – Ноктюрн ) To old and new dreams and to our true friends. Keep your dream alive.   

As the lines blur and the 6-fingered AI humans begin to melt into the background noise of this strange new reality, let’s pause and reclaim something real. In a world of deepfakes, misinformation, and endless digital fear loops— we need the power to sense what’s real , to hold steady, and to choose truth over noise. Today, and many moons ago, this Scottish band brough the winning anthem —the kind that keeps the torch in our hand, lit and burning proud. I’m feeling unusually confident about this right now. Confident that even as the storm of propaganda, war, and churned-out fear (FUD) keeps flooding the airwaves and timelines—we still have the contra power . We’ve got the love. We’ve got the music. And we’ve got each other. Play this song loud. Play it proud. Just like the boys did when this first broke the airwaves —no apologies, just raw energy and fearless spirit. Someone out there is always generating fear. But here with love from Scotland, we’re generating the cure. Hope yo...

The first crescent moon of Muharram rose, marking the start of the Islamic New Year — a moment for reflection, remembrance, and quiet renewal. And that very day, the world lost a master: Lalo Schifrin . Composer, conductor, cinematic disruptor. The man who made tension groove and danger swing. His track Dirty Harry (Latin Soul) isn't just a theme — it's a philosophy: Fate with a backbeat. Judgment in rhythm. Justice, but syncopated. It was 1972. Lalo gave the law a new soundtrack — and it still hits like prophecy. As a new spiritual cycle begins, so does Lalo’s journey beyond. Two passages — one of time, one of soul — aligned. Let us not mourn in silence. Let us begin the year with that relentless, holy groove Lalo carved into the cosmos. Play it loud. Begin again.

Sandii – 'Idol Era': A Synthpop Masterpiece—Does Anything Today Compare? There’s something irresistibly bold about Sandii’s  "Idol Era" —it crackles with attitude, channels Yellow Magic into a mechanical heart, and teases Kate Bush’s art-pop eccentricity (though Sandii’s voice making it a master piece of her own).  This track is quality techno or synthpop— a razor-sharp fusion of both, dripping with innovation. The percussion punches, the vocals slink like neon in the rainstorm from the cyber scene you remember, and Haruomi Hosono’s production feels both futuristic and deeply  of its time —that late ‘70s/early ‘80s moment when electronic music seemed to leap forward daily. But here’s the question:  What even rivals this today? Decades later,  "Idol Era"  still sounds  advanced . Not just in its tech—any DAW can replicate those sounds now—but in its fearless energy. Where’s the modern equivalent? The track’s metallic sheen, its balance of cold precision...

A glitter-struck confession from the golden age of Italo Disco—Cristina Polidori’s voice trembles like a disco ball on the verge of shattering, while synths spiral upward like a staircase to nowhere.  This was and is  a  Hi-NRG   heartbreak: euphoric, desperate, and drenched in the kind of neon drama soaked in bubbles from the lambrusco er beyond 1983, and you know it's still a good  bottle. #ItaloDisco #VinylTimeMachine #BolognaVibes #Crysalis #INeverDance #LostInThe12InchMix #1983Unreality

Back in the 80s, it was always the extended mix you needed — and this one is no exception. We took our time then — longer intros, smooth builds, space to breathe. In a world now driven by speed and endless consumption, it's good to slow down and let the music slowly drive in. This track is pure 1985 Italian magic — shimmering synths, rolling basslines, and that bittersweet, euphoric feeling that only Italo disco knows how to deliver. The Italians knew how to craft something timeless. I love this title truly: only music survives. On a personal note: I'm flying to Bologna tomorrow for business, and this song will be with me — in my headphones, in my heart. Each trip to Italy makes me love this country even more. Every day my heart grows fonder. And the name Alba — is always so strong, it lives at my doorway. Alba fills my heart too. For Scotland. For home. For friends. And for the lady here who sings this song. No idea where she is today, but I will raise a glass for her, th...

 How Cassettes Became Underground Treasures I have to admit — even with all my years involved in underground music, I’m surprised to realize just how valuable some of these old rave cassettes have become. In a world dominated by digital streaming, where music is compressed into invisible files and served up by algorithms, it’s quaint to see that some of the most sought-after artifacts from electronic music’s mid period are sitting quietly on magnetic tape. Yet searchable on online stores, there’s a growing market for vintage rave cassettes — and they’re fetching more and more impressive amounts. The Rise of the Rave Tape Pack Back in the 90s, during the explosion of the UK rave scene, tape packs were around. Promoters like Helter Skelter, Dreamscape, Slammin Vinyl, and Fantazia would record their events and sell bundles of cassettes containing the full DJ line-ups from legendary nights. These were souvenirs of the rave — complete with crowd noise, MC shouts, and all the raw en...