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At some point in the last four years, [a]Third Eye Foundation[/a]'s [B]MATT ELLIOT[/B] has replaced his mind with a satellite dish...

Loosening the occasionaL bolt and frightening the night-shift is all very well, but sometimes the ghost in the machine is just too vaporous to undermine the great forces of tedium. Replace the ghost with a rampaging, shaven-headed giant, smoking, grinning and nodding his head in constant delight at the mayhem reeling out from beneath his hands, and you get THE THIRD EYE FOUNDATION, [I](pictured)[/I]some really heavy machinery.

At some point during the past four years, Matt Elliott has replaced his mind with a satellite dish of Jodrell Bank proportions, sucking in all the static and clatter he can for his own brilliant, nefarious ends. The spiritual and the profane, the calm and the insane, all come flooding into this glorious clamour – basslines you could raise a family on, deranged choirs, shuddering explosions, crying children. The tendon-damaged cha-cha-cha of ‘A Galaxy Of Scars‘; ‘For All The Brothers And Sisters‘ loosing a pack of air-raid sirens on skittery drum’n’bass; the church-burning menace of ‘Fear Of A Wack Planet‘ – this is the run-out groove on the strangest of days.

If The Third Eye Foundation‘s idea of musical anatomy involves plunging his arms elbow-deep in the cranium and having a bit of a rummage, TO ROCOCO ROT are careful clinicians, surgical beats sharpened like a scalpel, every bassline a perfect dissection. It should send any excitement to the deep-freeze, yet this quiet manipulation is oddly affecting, a gentle alien probe of the emotions: the chill click of ‘Lift (Denso)‘ is heated by the body-warm bass while their bled-dry remix of The Pastels‘ ‘Thomson Colour‘ leaves a pristine, translucent husk. This might be the academic wing of Matt Elliott‘s sky-scraping lunacy, but through their pallor, To Rococo Rot are pulling at the wiring with the same visionary vigour.

Welcome to the palindrome.

Leave your heart at the door and your head in their hands.

Click here to read NME‘s review of THIRD EYE FOUNDATION‘s new album ‘You Guys Kill Me‘.