Like an eviscerated live performance with its innards trailing in the dust, A Compressed History of Everything Ever Recorded Vol 2 captures the sounds of applause post-performance, and extends them into a veritable orgy of hand to hand combat. Or so it seems after 50 minutes of non-stop clapping, cheering, whooping, and at some stages crys of either pain or ecstacy, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hard to tell. Far from the typical \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcclap your hands everybody\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 shouts of a live experience, Autodigest have overlaid ovations from what could be innumerable performances, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hard to tell, as over the fifty minutes of clapping the energy never lets up – it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s like one big encore. Though it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pretty much a one-trick pony; the joke of the endless applause can wear thin pretty quickly – but like an incessant car alarm, as one\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ears become attenuated to the relentless barrage, new textures, structures and timbres appear, and the excitement that a hyped crowd elicits ebbs and flows. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a strange but satisfyingly quirky release, that ultimately poses quite serious questions regarding the nature of crowds, the human condition, the infectious nature of applause, and even the very notion of music in what seems like an inane exercise.<\/p>\n
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Like an eviscerated live performance with its innards trailing in the dust, A Compressed History of Everything Ever Recorded Vol 2 captures the sounds of applause post-performance, and extends them into a veritable orgy of hand to hand combat. Or so it seems after 50 minutes of non-stop clapping, cheering, whooping, and at some stages … <\/p>\n