Autechre
Untilted

After listening to the beginning of LCC, I can't help but think that both members of Autechre had their girlfriend stolen, and were mocked quite a bit as well... Feel that fury! Pure power, without too many frills. But nothing has happened yet because "Ipacial Section" is much worse. Neo drum'n'bass? No way, much more wicked; these guys grab your head and fling it away. Yes, because if you think you're too grown-up to say "now I'm going out and smashing everything," listen to this track and you'll realize how music can sometimes shape you as it pleases.

Various percussions, rhythmic explosions... Industrial techno-core, I'd say just to make you laugh a bit, but the reality is there's very little to laugh about here; there's listening to be done, nose-wrinkling, careful re-listening, understanding, getting into their frequencies.
And do we want to talk about "Iera"? Rhythms are calmer, but such dark backgrounds are rarely heard. An infernal ballad with a 2-meter thick titanium shell... a devil as imagined by William Gibson, with cybernetic implants. A Terminator (I mean the first one, I don't like the other two) as if it was directed by the Terminators.
There are also more ironic atmospheres, like "Fermium," a ballet for C1P8 robots who want to slim down. The funny thing is that at the end, there's a solo (?!) for various scrap metal (?!) "Augmatic Disport," a rhythm school for everyone, deconstructing a loop, then reorganizing it and ending in a deep-house rhythm.
But for the first time, there's also room for break-beat, as in "Pro Radii" and "Sublimit"... Autechre have never been so warm, yet also angry.

The only demerit might be the excessive length of the last track. But this was likely to happen given the CD contains 8 tracks and lasts 70 minutes.
Always sharp, glacial, cerebral (that's for sure), yet this time they also demonstrate a desire to fight.
Perhaps more accessible compared to when they offered this music at the height of the grunge trend, it remains that they are a standalone entity, with many followers, of whom none dares to enter directly into their otherworldly territories.
After 15 years, without having changed their clothes much (or maybe precisely because of that), once again, masters.