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In short: horses for courses, innit!
This is exactly how one enjoys good improvisational music, most of which I wouldn't call cold or sterile either. I don't know if they actually do deliver on the gambit, I think they get close from what I've heard on the NTS sessions, but it feels an entirely different project than what we might call museum music. I look at conceptronica as music to deliver an unmusical experience, but what is relayed back to me on NTS is an attempt at music for music's sake rather than any knowing attempt at deconstruction or subversion and etc.I see some post like ‘that bit at 5.06 just kills me’ that’s where it’s at for me.
It seems that programming your own software and designing your own sounds is a crucial part of Autechre’s music.
what's aggravating is the lack of aesthetic commitment. the musical language invoked is that of oceanic surrender, but they succumb to the retrograde idm nerd tendency of making everything fussily hyperactive. it’s bizarre and self defeating.
the chord progressions are actually quite basic. the harmonic voicings on the fourth track are nearly identical to wannabe by the spice girls. but where they’re smoothly forthcoming in asserting sexual energy characteristic of the blair era, these blokes are hopelessly asexual and awkward. eyes fixed on the ground, stammering and fidgeting nervously because they’ve never talked to a girl before.
proper sheffield gangsta hard trance. i keep telling craner what anglos don’t get is that the microtonality in 92 chipmunk darkstyle stephousetech comes from binali selman not ian fucking levine. that’s why corpsey’s boys could never beat arsenal. for the full experience you want to crank it up to 114083u283 bpm and die from an adderall overdose.
There are some bits I quite like and others I don’t like at all. Decent.
someone sent me this the other day and it’s easily the best thing i’ve heard all year - possibly ever. it’s completely changed my opinion of an act whom i’ve dismissed for over 25 years.
in fact i’m drafting a feature for pitchfork called “IDM’s Redemption: Why Autechre Are The Greatest British Electronic Musicians of the Past 50 Years”
It seems that programming your own software and designing your own sounds is a crucial part of Autechre’s music.
BOOTH I’ve heard people say, “I’ll just pay somebody to do it for me,” and I’ll think, well, surely you’re not going to have all the weird little sort of ideas or thoughts along the way. It’s almost taking the joy out of it for yourself. I don’t know where it was decided that that work is necessarily soulless work, and that you can’t be inspired while you’re doing it. I quite like to build things and then forget how it works and then use it later on, and not really be able to remember what I was thinking about when I built it. It’s a little bit like working with yourself in a way, but from a time when you’re not aware of what you were thinking. You can get reacquainted with it in a sense, like you would with a person.
BROWN One charge that people level at us is where’s the emotion? Where’s the notes? Where’s the tunes? It’s nonsense.
BOOTH The issue for me has always been that I can feel it. So I wonder sometimes whether our emotions are too subtle for people to pick up on. You can’t think that we’re not feeling it. I mean, what would be the point in doing music if you weren’t feeling it?
Yes but sometimes a banger is a banger is a banger, emotions are over-rated
B: 2006 was a mad year for dubstep, unlike any other. What do you guys hope for, for the next few years?
L: I still don’t think about the future.
M: Nah, not like that. I just want to finish some beats. You know when you’ll get a drink that you love? And you’ll just rinse that drink out for weeks. Every day you’ll go and buy it. Eventually you’ll get sick of it and I love music so much I don’t want to get sick of writing it.
L: At the same time I feel with writing music I’m just scratching the surface.
M: Blatantly.
L: It’s a rabbit hole.
B: Kode said something that’s haunted me for ages, that’s music’s like a drug, and like all drugs eventually its effects ware off. I don’t want to believe it.
L: I don’t believe it. I think if music’s a drug it’s an opiate. Heroin addicts say that once you’ve taken it once, the devil’s on your back for the rest of your life. That’s music isn’t it? Once you’ve got it, it’s there, in your ear, talking to you, telling you what to do.
B: It definitely feels like an addiction to me. But I’d rather be addicted to music than anything else.
L: It’s not an addiction, it’s just part of life.
M: Standard. It’s not even something I can think about: not having music.
L: It’s breakfast. It’s sitting up in bed, a cup of tea. It’s the standard things in the day. It’s always there. It’s birdsong.
B: Birdsong is a better way of putting it than an opiate, for me.
L: Can you imagine no music? I can’t. If I was in the desert I’d be beating on the sand. Or humming. Singing at the top of my voice because no one else is about.
M: It’s part of life, it always is, from when you’re in the womb, hearing certain frequencies and shit.
L: Kode9 told me that when you get that big bass, no gnarl to it, it makes you feel cool, feel nice, because it reminds you of the womb and your mum’s heartbeat.
M: This is why I think a lot of people like house, that four beat, is like a heartbeat. That shit is infectious mate.
L: 140bpm is supposed to be a good speed to write at because it’s double resting heartbeat. Benga told me that.
M: Benga’s deep.
the verdict is in: here’s what dissensus is saying about autechre’s new ambient album SIGN
Skewered.version said: There are some bits I quite like and others I don’t like at all. Decent.
i really like how different the wild corpsey we hear about in these occasional irl anecdotes is from the thoughtful, composed, literary one we get on the forum recounting the exploits.I suppose it’s my duty as an over-educated Wire contributer to hail this as a masterpiece. But the truth is, I don’t want to listen to something that’s dreary and unpleasant to the ear. I’m an unsophisticated soul who would much rather hear a choon with a wonderful melody like Carly Rae Jepsen’s I Really Like You. The best tunes always get everyone dancing.
I’m usually quite shy in public, but when I heard that song at my mate’s wedding last year, I charged to the dancefloor with the vigor of Usain Bolt and began performing what my coke-addled brain told me were martial arts moves, bellowing out accompanying vocal noises, and inadvertently struck a much younger and smaller wedding-goer in the face. It’s funny how drugs can completely change your personality isn’t it? Although I must be developing a keener sense of self-preservation in wizened old age, because strangely enough I didn’t feel any remorse at the time and still don’t.