![]() Meanwhile, on the title song, it’s clear that the disjointed spasms of torpid bass and hushed, frantic, nearly arhythmic drums aren’t just there to support the vocals. Of course, the words and music aren’t separate beasts, they’re deeply intertwined. ![]() The nod to Jamaican millenarianism on “Redemption Sound Dub” draws on dancehall in surprisingly subtle ways in tone and lyrics, while the claustrophobic “Polymathmatics” closes in on itself in a polyrhythmic beat that wavers on the edge of chaos. There are loops and beats on this record but it never grooves, not even for a second. Hence the beats that perpetually interrupt one another. Hence the impossibly complex time signatures. Hence the words that refuse to sit neatly on drums and bass beneath them. Hence the lyrics that almost never repeat. Machines That Make Civilization Fun could be the soundtrack of the last 18 months. It bleeds Occupy Wall Street, pepper spray and all. It smells of the horrific fallout from 2011’s Middle Eastern revolutions, and screams the crippling paranoia of corporate despotism.
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