Crónica’s arch satirists Autodigest serve up a second volume of postmodern pranks. Last year’s Volume 1 took as its theme the reduction of real huma experience to data streams and binary code, resulting in a sonic illustration of a world sucked down a technological plughole. funny and frightening as the concept was, the spluttering digital momentum of the superbly executed music was equally strong.
Volume 2 acts as a kind of punchline to the earlier work. The album purports to collect the sounds of every audience ever recorded and crush them into on hour-long piece. As with its predecessor, the conceptual basis of the piece is simultaneously silly and unsettling. Autodigest believe that as all art is crunched into numbers our responses to it can be as well. this is an idea likely to give any liberal aesthetes the creeps, if not send them flying into an apoplectic rage. Luckily, the new work is as carefully contrived as the older volume, allowing the listener to ponder these worrying themes at leisure as the piece unfolds purposefully.
Experiencing the sound of an endless clamour of stadium crowds is spookily disorientating, especially when individual cries and wails are picked out and the atmosphere changes from one of mass ecstasy and adoration to one of existencial pain and private alienation. Autodigest seem to be positing the notion that we get what we deserve, that the album’s opening and closing announcement “Thank you and goodnight!” is a farewell to all human-mediated cultural activity.
The concept of a piece of art announcing that art is dead may not be startlingly original, but Autodigest’s work might just be powerful enough to make you start to suspect that it’s true.
Keith Moliné