Exotic Pylon Records

On the subject of Ronny Juzzle… this could only have come from the brilliant nut jobs at Norman Records:

Oh no! The toys have come to life and have taken over the factory, sealing all the workers in wooden crates suspended over a massive vat of glue, but wait…here comes Ronny Juzzle to save the day. They’ve not got to him yet, I guess…but they don’t seem to notice him at all and just carry on their reign of miniature destruction regardless. Hang on…is that…has he got a remote control? He’s flying up a tiny helicopter to the crates. He’s cutting through the ropes suspending them with his helicopter’s on-board laser cannon! Oh shit! The end.

you gotta dig this – plundertronically cut-up capers like some KeystoneSchaeffer – excellent review of Spaz-tec National Diploma in Horseriding over at the essential Rotten Meats blog…

it plays out in full like this:
This is a single tracked sluice bucket of digital debris from Ronny Juzzle. Chaos theoretics for the lugholes, as if wired chimps have broken into a radiophonic workshop and run amok only for the resulting fractals to be further mangled by an absent minded Stockhausen … 

It’s incredible how much is crammed into this tiny offering… Two minutes in and it’s already exhausted most bands stock of ideas…… Further on, Juzzle shows no let up in the creativity stacks, zapping all over the place, dishing out the plundertronically cut-up capers like some KeystoneSchaeffer … 

Bombarding your head with varying amounts of comical and sinister hues, causing plenty of joyous bewilderment for your grey matter to grapple with… This is seriously good derailment that you should definitely try (at least once).

and now we’re REALLY out there…

EP06 aka Spaz-tec National Diploma in Horseriding takes the form of a beautiful slab of deranged concrète from the mysterious Ronny Juzzle and mastered by Miles from Demdike Stare which is available on limited edition 3″ CD or download from thee shop and elsewhere…

HERE is Mr. Daniel Baker c/o Ship Canal and Worst Chips Ever:

What we got here then?

Surly little fella, aint’ he?

All frazzled dazzle, lost in the interzone. Transposed timeslide soap sud domestic bliss out. On some Return To Oz shit. If that scene with the Wheelers was sandwiched together, like so many CTRL+T Ableton fillings, betwixt that lass with all the interchangeable headgear, this noise is what they might talk about. Bloke probably doesn’t even use Ableton.

Maybe if Manuel De Landa pitched up on Robot Wars with some nanobot horde? Nah, fuck that. The robot analogies are all bleach blonde buzz cut high tech low life. Misleading like. This is all too human. And it’s definitely happening right now, here, amid the real. Vital. It doesn’t necessarily like it’s own company… what great record does? Remember that Nurse With Wound period when you thought Stapleton might actually be about to kill himself? Well that’s not it either, but it’s probably closer. It doesn’t let up for a second, see.

This is brutalism as beauty, everything you always wanted to know about the atonal undead but were too turned on to ask. These days everything is either/or. That or it’s so cackhandedly atemporal that it hides nothing, reveals everything in one big first hearing money shot.

Remember when you wanted to keep coming back to music and you didn’t know why? Made you feel kind of like a pervert, didn’t it? The fight against comfort begins here.

He’s not wrong – here’s an excerpt you can share…