Four Tet
There is Love in You

And I can't help but, when "Love Cry" starts, think of the hammer, the anvil, and the stirrup: the hammer, hand in hand with the eardrum membrane, kicks the anvil's ass which, in revenge, lashes out against the little stirrup: from the outside, surely, they would seem to be dancing: there, in the eardrum's box, halfway between the idiotic writhing of air molecules, inside the external auditory canal, and the spiral ganglion, an appendage of the Thinker.

But, putting aside anatomical ravings, let's talk more explicitly about this new work of our Four Tet, a work that, thank God (or whoever for Him) opens this second decade of the 21st century. Synthesis is the key word. It can only be so for a guy like Kieran, one who has worked with big names (Steve - the one with the Drums - and Burial the dark one), and who, in such situations, has always taken the form of a super-absorbent Scottex roll (yes, Scottex pays me, so what!?).

Someone who comes from the post-rock of his "youth group": the Fridge. Someone who "I started checking out some free jazz records, lots of 70s Miles Davis and late 60s Impulse. It was like music I wished existed" (Pitchfork, interview with Kieran Hebden by Patrick Sisson, January 18, 2010).

Synthesis, moreover, with practical experience: the time spent at "Plastic People" (London club, NdA) as resident-DJ, led him, from the rawness of his ideas, to forge the tracks of this "There Is Love in You": proposing, gathering feedback, and reviewing. (Regarding the "Plastic People" parenthesis, this is recommended for listening). And let's not forget that, our guy, before "Plastic People", had donned the DJ role at parties organized by "Border Community" of that other genius, James Holden ("The Idiots Are Winning" is something I highly recommend), which - "knowing him" - certainly did him good.

But, above all, it is - let's call it - the "desire for music" that pervades this fifth effort of Four Tet: the urgency to make it, consume it, manipulate it - bending it or letting it explode -, to feel it, really feel it. All this (and, very likely, more) is "There Is Love in You." Happy listening.