i Am america sand so an yeti

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Mikal kHill The evolution of noise-rap project Salvo into avant garde hiphop group autocorrect has been thrilling to watch. This EP gives a quick taste of what makes them great. Favorite track: hearing aid.
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"the sonic youth of noise rap" - josh smith, the columbia beet

"Autocorrect hail from Columbia, South Carolina and they have an EP out which has a title I can’t pretend to understand." - will harrison, the unheard nerd

"It’s difficult to say whether Autocorrect is making a serious statement or pulling off some elaborate hoax, but it hardly matters. The music demands attention, even if the motives are unclear." - michael spawn, columbia free times

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released October 17, 2014

+cecil_decker // emcee, producer
+sean_burns // avant-garde composer, singer, guitarist
+chris_johnson // noise artist, keyboardist, guitarist, singer
+moses_andrews_III // bassist, keyboardist

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Autocorrect Columbia, South Carolina

Autocorrect is a full body listening experience. The sounds therein lead to spontaneous goose flesh, getting woke all up, and contemplating the bliss inherent in suffering.

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Track Name: hearing aid
i’m not a rapper i’m a post-modern exorcist
chew and spit venom from the solar plexus—header-less
no signifiers are holding the data down
effortlessly switch pronouns hope the beta round goes public
fuck it, I know they’ll never love it
can’t have another kind of lover huddled up for nothing
can’t snuggle up like snuffleupagus they’re stuck up on the naughty bits
a shudder hearts tangled up like a nautilus
mind all in a pad lock i heard it tapped out
these people comment on the news sites all night
they want a hail mary heavy last pass
on the tv on the track and on the feed they keep it at
intolerant hollering like a bigger man is a better man
the louder man wins when he understands a man is a man
and that’s that won’t hear another fact
the last cat to deliver that news was in a trap
but it’s better than the last time

don’t let it be another noise
pushed into the background all the time
keep your ears flush down to the ground
intertwined with all they hear around

ever since i was an infant i’ve never been different
lower middle class white male with all the privilege
that’s hidden in that system codified
and when i listen to my own voice terrified
i’m no better than the news site commenters
trite little monikers blocking behind the monitors
i’ll write a hotter verse but i’ll never be an arbiter
capacitors blown when i see what it oughta been
a little perspective here a little empathy over there
a little reassurance right now that our smiles are sincere
but no put the bitterness on max flow
play the highlight reel in slo-mo to photo your foes
i used to be a troll rolling low on compassion
so it’s not difficult to grow up from last rung
listen close listen all the time
listen especially when you’re feeling least inclined

don’t let it be another noise
pushed into the background all the time
keep your ears flush down to the ground
intertwined with all they hear around
Track Name: Laissez Tomber Les Filles
i wanna forget all the things
i wanna forget all my dreams
i wanna forget what it means to be happy

you said that you think that we’re better apart
think we’re better off suited on the hard work started
better off friends break it off smart
cuz planning everything’s not for the faint hearted
i admit that i fucked it up
broke your trust lightbulb covered in blood
smeared and shattered no good pitter patter no love
it doesn’t matter what happened in the next 7 months
so here we sit dragging out feet
same damn argument every week
it’s like a broken lp playing at the wrong speed
got your PTSD from the stress, that’s me
we’re like dining dead
since the whole world crashed right down on your pretty head
and i regret what i said to those other girls

ever the same all of the days i am caught in a haze
such a malaise part the craze in an ennui phase
better take another advil sit on the stage
another mistake better get paid cuz i’m on the couch glazed over
so alone with just my words on paper
take a break but it just feels faker
never was good at being real truthful
useful to know now i’m just a heartbreaker
soul taker living on the edge
of my empty bed i miss your 31 flavors
no stranger to a jarmusch film
in a paradise our luck works like erasers
head on like the dining dead
since the whole damn song’s been about the past tense
guess i’ll never win you back instead my dread
that the bitterness you kept is all that’s left when i said
Track Name: you never ready the Body
[uh what]

this is not a fantasy, it is a program
this is not reassuring—you can botch it
you make one you cannot desire without
it awaits you, not a concept, but a practice
you never ready the body

how do you make without a body
how do you mate i am a body
how do you make without a body
i am a void—we are the body
[fucking stop it]

we will not answer the question of why
it is not enough, the abstraction
the organisms are strata without sense
doubtless anything is possible
(you never ready the body without organs)

how do you make without a body
how do you mate i am a body
how do you make without a body
i am a void—we are the body

(rawr)
Track Name: Ducking shot
a sea through angling the stay
the picture ban the structure’s quark
truth transcribes the fueling dark
the crack completeness a synapse
hangman hangers house the mound
reality disobeyed morning
fire and four derailed on sea
bombing our odd moon’s king
(sabotage beam)

delightful ash perceived roared mind
through spiraled dimensions of space
its signal marks the structured with
untelling how the mind
blinking out of moon’s long reach
my roar shattering to stop me
the dark you never want to meet
extract the nervous sunshine
(fire and four derailed on sea)

as i write this down
some kind of calm returning
what used to be my home
a terrifying and familiar song
Track Name: Neato
you’re the you’re the best you’re the best around
the nestor to my argonauts the castor to my pollux
you’re the neptr to my finn to my jake and all the cartilage
stretching thin it’s like deception doubling down i heard the ball before i
caught it pop lock it drop it hot it’s not a bother
stop at top knowledge on the wheel he’s not your father
take another spin pat an attempt to live and prosper
pay the doctor run fast a lot of the coffers are lined in blood
a lot of the pipers are paid in blood a lot of the music is made in blood
a lot of the kingdoms reign in blood a lot of the roads are paved in blood
a lot of the ledgers are lined in blood a lot of the music is made in blood
a lot of the pipers are paid in blood a lot of the kingdoms reign in blood (neato!)
you’re like a batman with no cave living inside the bathroom case
a center for stage a little mistake a bitter repeat at the end of the phrase
and i’m not laughing not today i’m not amenable today at all
i won’t be caught in such an obvious distraction
(a bitter repeat at the end of the phrase)

a lot of the sound is found in blood a lot of the crowns are drowning in blood
a lot of the towns are teeming in blood undiscovered and living in blood
there’s a country unlimited with livid contrapuntal sentences
intersecting similar thoughts inhibited only by the distance
and i’m not bitter or i’ll never tell
there’s a lot that we’re not saying cuz it started off well
you’re like a batman with no cave living inside the bathroom case
a center for stage a little mistake a bitter repeat at the end of the phrase