As ever, Copeland relies too much on accident to achieve interesting textures, flavours and rhythm
For his seventh solo album, Eric Copeland finds himself on New York’s DFA label – former home of his band, Black Dice. Samples, beats and general sonic clatter compete for space within what you might loosely call ‘experimental’ electronic music. As ever, he relies too much on accident to achieve interesting textures, flavours and rhythm, and only two tracks – ‘Grapes’ and ‘Cheap Treat’ – stand out as cohesive pieces. Elsewhere, self-indulgence creeps in, resulting in an album that’s fun, in a wonky way, but directionless and overtly arty. Avant-garde? Avant-garde a clue.