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A language showing the futility of the written word. If this be the reluctant dialogue when the taciturn Autechre speak, then how respond? If what they have created is unique and alien, why attempt to tether it with the drab words of an outmoded language? If they have moved so far past convention they inhabit a voiceless world, why call out to them? If they liberate us, why crawl back into our cells? Their words are a natural evocation of their music. M62 even gives us a geographical location to charge our imaginations, although how that stretch of tarmac butcher's block ended up here is anyone's guess - perhaps a slight ballast telling us that even such committed travellers, such unapproachable strangers, walk the same streets we do.
Autechre are all problems and ideas even when as accessible as 'Move Of Ten', a record perhaps influenced by time on the road promoting the two month old 'Oversteps'. Even when riding a capricious beat and including familiar sounds, their defences are still high and require time and patience to overcome. Still sounding like the future, Autechre speak from an isolated distance without losing the detail and depth of what they create. Ruptures, sparks, decompressions and, most importantly, a host of previously unheard electronic sounds expand the horizons of their music. Melody is present in abundance, almost overwhelmingly so, but never mellifluous, always perverted. A true example of innovation, dedication and an unerring, questing artistic spirit.