The self-explanatory album title might not seem inviting, but this lethargic spew of blips, flickers, and squelches sounds like an interplanetary audio transmission from a bunch of knackered aliens. Inexplicably composed during Matt Davignon's "pop song" period, these slowed-down multi-instrumental collages make for a compellingly dense listening experience, often appropriating a menacing mutant strain of trip-hop. There are no track titles to mention, but there's an almost dubby feel to the second track's roomy slither, an air of ominous, clicky menace to track five, and by track seven, an air of jagged aimlessness has settled in. Indeed, as an experiment in sonic manipulation, Music at 1/2 Speed is such a concept-heavy venture that it eventually has a hard time sustaining itself.

Ever the conceptual terrorist and enthusiastic hunter of subliminal Satanic messages, I've reversed and sped up Matt Davignon's music to discover what sound like a series of bland Yamaha keyboard demos. Speed up and reverse track five, for example, and you get a hilarious Casiotone appropriation of swing jazz.