. Ep1 & 2 - Autotistic both released on Eidola Records Well once again your fav website host is back to thrill us with more sonic irregularity. These ep releases are to re-kindle interest in the previous Eidola release the 'Approaching Invisible' album These are both 5 trackers and each features 1 track from the album plus 4 unreleased gems, unique to each EP. Ep1 starts with the 'Clangers on Mogadon crawl of 'Smell the Earth' & then proceeds to cover as much sonic territory as 20 minutes allows. 'We are the Shackle' finds a rhythm made from a cut up female vocal achieving hypnotic quality by the insertion of fractional sllences every few sec whereas the mock jazz-piano of 'interjections' sounds positively straight forward until, you notice it is a repeated loop which begins to echo& disinterate as the track ogresses. All pleasing to the ear, until 'unpublished foljo' mugs you with it's distorted, ruined crackling of static. Like the sound of a black box recorder in a train wreck. It's interspersed with the oddest random noises, from tones to silence - from peace to nuclear meltdown children's TV. The sinister ambience of Summergone sees us out, with a sound like a vinyl skip lending an odd feeling of constant deja-vu. Imagine being in an unknown house behind one of the doors a record-player is turning, like some, Sapphire & steel out-take. Ep2 takes 'driftwood' from the album & it's as close to tranquil as you'll get, the sound of boats bobbing against a jetty in some crackling radioactive sea. The sea theme continues, but the vibe is nasty for'through history' which is the sounatrack to some malevolent robotic'sea world' where the giant creatures with metallic jaws come up to the glass & try to butt their way thru. It is a dicomforing vibe which continues into the semi-ambience of - my crayon needs sharpening' like you're underwater, in a bathysphere that is out of control, hurtling to the bottom, past all the sea-life, the external hubbub deadened by the thick glass. Back on the surface, 'disassembled2' is a guitar workout in name alone. Manipulated to the point it sounds like a horde of laughing rats making a nest in a cello. ' Mouthmusic ' the closer is just that, dis-embodied, distressed & distorted vocal eruptions, stretched and stressed to mind-numbing proportions, the rantings of some ancient madman, locked up for eternity. Both the ep's are to be honest the true future of music or should I say recorded sound. All the rulebooks torn up & burned, their ashes covered in the urine of freedom. These deserve widespread acclaim so contact Mr Autotistic & make him a rich & happy man. by Mr Olivetti © Autotistic 2001-2006.