Autechre had finally jumped off the deep end with this album. This is the release that made me give up on them back in the day. Each new album at the time seemed to be a new showcase of just how much more complex they could become; like an architect dabbling with increasingly more abstract structures, it's fine and well for the purposes of studying, but there's just so much one can get out of it. Confield feels like that abstract piece of art you bought for almost nothing at a local auction which is gathering dust in the attic. It impressed a few friends, but it's appeal is quite limited. It's cold, stern and lacks soul. Still today, I have trouble getting through the album. Why buy it then? Because I collect music! I still enjoy being able to look and hear what an artist is all about and like it or not, even the misses play an important role in figuring it all out. Sadly, I find none of these tracks to be truly interesting and the album often stays on the shelf.