Fridge’s The Sun


Though electronic music royalty, Kieran Hebden likes him some drums. Real drums–not machines. His past handful of solo records as Four Tet have thumped around with an implicit promise: “We beat and strummed this shit ourselves! Look, Ma: no computers!” So it goes with The Sun, Hebden’s first record in six years with fellow Brit post-rockers Adem Ilhan and Sam Jeffers–the trio once again makes the mechanic sound organic. The title-track opener achieves a lysergic Animal Collective sort of abstractness–tribal drums and some kind of ancient-sounding flute thingy–before melting into the determined pulse of “Clocks.” Most of the album teeters between such ethereal fare and a Tortoise-y preference for dub and jazz forms. “Our Place in This” mingles electronic whirring sounds with plucked, crystalline guitar chords. “Eyelids” presents a wobbly guitar figure and thick, angry bass. “Oram” provides the only taste of the beautifully woven melodies marking Hebden’s best work as Four Tet.

And so, like a lot of the best post-rock, The Sun falls somewhere between a graduate thesis and a set of great come-down jams. It’s music you can either think too much about or not be bothered to care about at all.