Hovercraft
Akathisia

"Acathisia refers to a subjective sensation which is often extremely unpleasant, characterized by psychomotor agitation, manifesting as an inability to sit or remain still in one position. It is often reported as a side effect of certain medications, such as antipsychotics (like haloperidol), some antihistamines, and antidepressants. "

The sensation experienced when listening to this well-conceived trio (bass-guitar-drums) is like a time bomb ready to explode but never really going off, - and this might be a limitation - electric waves silently and insidiously propagating through the listener’s meninges, an incredible electroshock whose intent is not so much to cure bizarre abnormal behaviors as to induce them. You will never manage to listen to the 5 tracks that make up the album without feeling the certainty that each of them vibrates differently with every listen, always communicating something else. It's as if the music passes through a different magnetic filter each time and note by note it sticks in the convolutions of your temporal lobes, leaving you bewildered.

The sound experimentalism sometimes recalls certain hysterical jams by the Velvet Underground during the "The Exploding Plastic Inevitable" era, although it goes much further and is difficult to classify and frame. I think, indeed, that the primary target of Hovercraft’s music is to leave no points of reference and organically dismantle all those that have been painstakingly built. The compositions are studied in a brainy way - although at first listen it seems the opposite - : a collage of feedbacks and distortions that stupefies, annihilates, and sometimes seems to almost implode. Music and anti-music fighting nervously, stretched to the breaking point, a sort of "schizomusic" that guides the listener towards some kind of space desert storm turned into music.

The music whirls around a clear psychedelic matrix with noise and industrial influences injecting pure agitation and darkness. Listening to it, I often have the sensation of being fiercely projected onto a lunar landscape where I wait for some kind of robotic bush with treads and full of thorns to appear at any moment. Or maybe it’s just the product of maniacal visions of the absurd. Or maybe it’s just the result of my faulty player. Or maybe it’s my room padded with high-voltage cables dangling, impatient to invest me. Or perhaps it’s my temporal lobe trying to escape from me, shaking in convulsions.

I think in this regard the best definition of this album - hard to track down but if you manage, take a look at the booklet to understand what I’m talking about - was given by the music magazine Melody Maker: "Imagine Syd's "Interstellar Overdrive" sucked into a vacuum, collapsing, and being torn over barbed wire"

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