Autorotation - Everything Is Everything

Some pairings, however inexplicable, just feel right. Little monkeys and organ grinders? Check. What about ethereal electronica and glacial female vocals? You bet. Autorotation get something right by including the latter, but fatally, Everything Is Everything is also of the mind to couple its amorphous trip-hop rhythms with bouts of cloying cod philosophy. Things start promisingly with Green Army Choir, an all-too-rare highlight that clots a drum kick with a wistful trombone quite neatly. However, as Everything Is Everything wears on, the earnest invective grates to the extent that you’d rather stick a block of parmesan in your hi-fi, and the stock indignation towards large corporations and the nine-to-five is handled with all the subtlety of a cement mixer. The occasionally competent arrangements save face somewhat, but that doesn’t detract from a fairly anodyne affair.