(Continued...)
...erratic and irregular Autechre territory. People go mental
when the more sophisticated of Ae's noodlings emerge, and
in all honesty it's a pretty good kick to hear colliding,
phasing beats build up to a climax of noise on a pretty hefty
sound system at high volume. The bass rips through the floor,
shakes the flesh. It's a bad time for the obese with resonant
fat in there, but a pretty powerful time for everyone else.
At the
end, I'm thrown all these questions by the gig. Almost silly,
irrelevant questions, but questions nevertheless. Is it
really possible to appreciate what Ae do behind the equipment
stacks? In a way it is hard to understand the relationship
the actions of Booth and Brown have with the sounds that
assault your eardrums. Perhaps the dramatic touch of dropping
the lights was trying to say something about this, I don't
know. Does their music translate live at all? Is this the
reason why they do so few gigs?
In the end there are more questions than answers, but there
is also the residue of the experience: Autechre live, and
when hitting their mark, magically creating the playful
rhythms and sublime soundlands that are impossible to describe.
