Jansky Noise - Past Present & Future Star Music

“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...