Loving The Robots: New York Breathes Life Into Autechre's Zeroes And Ones

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Yes, fine, there's clearly something educated and possibly even overengineered about the clicks and beeps which get woven into densely cerebral pseudo-songs by Autechre, the British duo that has been blazing so many trails in experimental electronic music since the '90s. Even the kooky name given to the genre they inadvertently defined reflects this: "intelligent dance music," it was called, which really just means songs crafted more for focused listening than for clubs and dancing, elaborate synthesizer and drum machine programming that lives and dies by nuance and subtlety instead of thunderous downbeats. We find here the difference between "technical" and merely "techno"--most musicians will fire up some audio software and use it to lay down their tunes. These guys write their own software first.

This can all seem pretty intimidating to listeners. The most common response to those sounds often seems to be fleeing in terror from the risk of emotional attachment and writing off Autechre as too brainy for their own good--architectural blueprints infused with a deeper meaning that most of us simply can't grasp. It's difficult music, sure, but it's not dead and dry--New York's city streets are grids too, as are the windows that line them, and nobody sees fit to interrogate the heart palpitations of a wide-eyed newcomer experiencing those for the first time, right? Most of us don't actually use those roads to get around so much as the convoluted, jam-packed, and occasionally dangerous network of tunnels buried beneath them, and those concrete right-angled street corners are all peppered with students, halal carts, drunkards, cops, cabbies--a blanket of humanity laid over the structure that keeps it all totally exhilarating.

If you think that's overly romanticizing things, well, I really can't help it. I'd wanted to live in New York going back as far as I can remember, but for years my assorted professional endeavors in suburban Virginia made it very hard to justify transplanting myself. Instead, I spent my time wistfully waiting for my day to come, daydreaming while gazing at the framed Manhattan cityscape I'd hung over my bedroom door and spending literally all my vacation days on visiting my dad in Queens. So when I finally made the move in 2008, I found everything about New York absolutely electrifying: Bodegas selling mangoes at 4 a.m.! Lunatics preaching and picketing in Union Square! Even sitting through all those local stops on the 6 train as I made my way downtown to get drunk on a Friday night--because, holy shit, I finally had a 6 train!

Maybe it was indulging that long-suppressed spirit of adventure that also led me to buckle down and dedicate a few months to the intimidating task of digesting the collected works of Autechre, who then soundtracked all those train rides and most of the afternoons spent in my tiny sun-drenched bedroom, where their odd sounds occasionally mixed with the prayer chants emanating from the mosque across from my 96th Street apartment. It was all fascinating, but it also meant that in the blink of an eye the playlist enveloping this new and exciting phase of my life became unexpectedly academic, and to put it bluntly, a little difficult. My Oz had given me a robotic Tin Man; I, too, wished he only had a heart.

That I eventually grew so passionate about their music during that period is not to suggest that mine is a purely experiential connection, that nearly anything would do given the circumstances--that would be shortchanging both the band and myself as a listener. The earliest material in particular can be ludicrously gorgeous at times, honeycombed keyboard lines and their echoing reflections sprouting and then eroding again in the space of eight minutes. Warp released Autechre's first box set, EPs 1991-2002, on April 12; it collects those more approachable but hard to find early EPs: Anvil Vapre, Garbage, and others, including the particularly fantastic Anti EP. I mean, Jesus, "Flutter"--look, I realize this probably isn't going to become anybody's A-list babymaking music anytime soon. (If it does, ladies, please call me.)

But whereas that earlier material had some broader appeal, 2001's Confield was weird enough to confuse even the core audience that had ravenously swallowed up LP5 and EP7, the superb records that had immediately preceded it. By the time Quaristice came around in 2008, just a few months before my big move, almost all the sensible time signatures had been subverted by experimental ambition, and sure, there was probably also a little ego in there too. "Perlence" was an especially difficult track--just two minutes and change, but I still can't figure out how to count its pulses, and when the inevitable remix came, its running time had been expanded to a full 58 minutes. Even the song titles grew stranger: from "Flutter," "Chatter," "Eggshell" and "Further" to "fwzE," "ThePlclCpC," and "90101-51-6." It's mostly from these obnoxiously antisocial shenanigans that we get the common but misguided notion that if Autechre's music displays any beauty at all, it comes in a sterile and mechanical form, like a sculpture built from gears or animations made with a glitching graphics card.

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Autechre always reminds me of the processes that make up the natural world when viewed discreetly.  Bear with me on this one.  Think about the nature shows that have flourished in high definition recently.  A narrator explains natural events and, with a eerie regularity, ends his monologue explaining how each phenomenon contributes to our daily experiences, enriches our planet, and contains an intrinsic beauty derived from its place inherent in our vast and synchronized existence. Greater harmonies play all around us if we only take the time to listen.  The simple act of converting sunlight to sugar in a blade of grass is driven by a beautiful complexity that makes scientists' hearts swell. This is how I feel about Autechre.

Their songs are simply gorgeous in their austere complexity, the wildly syncopated beats, and the gentle synth flows that lurk in the background, tying whole songs together unnoticed.  To continue the nature show analogy, early Autechre plays the role of macroscopic processes that are straightforwardly impressive.  As the Alps and Amazon inspire awe, so too do tunes like "Nine, "444," and "Nil."  Later Autechre is definitely more.....I hate to say it..."challenging," playing the role of processes that, at first glance, are complicated and confusing.  Molecular biology or nuclear physics come to mind.  Spend enough time listening though, and awesome patterns slowly creep to the forefront.  Excuse the hyperbole, but stumbling across one of Autechre's masterpieces is akin to, if only in a small way, reading the mind of god.

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