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FENNESZ, "LIVE IN JAPAN"
Touch
There are three kinds of human, as you call them. There are the poordoomed huddled masses who are yet to hear Fennesz, cowering inignorance of the F-able; there are the enlightened who recognise him asa gloriously original experimental musician orbiting spheres way beyondmere progression; then there are total morons who probably waste theirtime listening to Britpap for lack of any clue whatsoever. The Austrianentity who has totally defined and redefined the interface betweenovergrown hedge cutting laptop mutation and pick'n'strum guitar beautyplayed for around forty-six minutes in Japan in the second month ofthis year. As the summer hit too hot to move, this CD fell into mylucky ol' player on the fifteenth and shimmered with utter perfection.If you didn't dig Endless Summeryou are not worth a flick of my fag ash, and I don't even smoke.Chrissy F as his friends almost certainly never call him (I mean haveyou seen the guy? He looks so serious no one could call him Chrissy F,except maybe that utterly punchable dillweed who tries to sing forBlur) would doubtless not approve of such an irrelevant sentance withparentheses appearing in what is after all supposed to be some kind ofdescription of his latest triumph. Hip Nips (the Jap chaps who clapquiet) hailed the master of cracklepops as the finest laptop performerthey had witnessed. Reviewed, it seemed that this was the inevitablehype of the press release, but the disc is ample amplified evidencethat this was one sweet shimmer burn of a unique event. Familiarfragments and refrains from Endless Summer are repositionedamongst ever more sundrenched light too bright. Fennesz has shifted hiswhole unmistakable shtick up a gear here, and made the magnificent Endless Summerseem like a mere rehearsal. If you are one of the enlightened then youknow you need this. If you want to elevate beyond the bilge this is thedisc to pick, yellow obi 'n' all. Bob Geldof has not been hailing thisas the greatest thing he's heard since the Pistols, and Fennesz hasnever tried to feed the world. How can you tell them it's Xmas timewhen the summer is endless?
There are three kinds of human, as you call them. There are the poordoomed huddled masses who are yet to hear Fennesz, cowering inignorance of the F-able; there are the enlightened who recognise him asa gloriously original experimental musician orbiting spheres way beyondmere progression; then there are total morons who probably waste theirtime listening to Britpap for lack of any clue whatsoever. The Austrianentity who has totally defined and redefined the interface betweenovergrown hedge cutting laptop mutation and pick'n'strum guitar beautyplayed for around forty-six minutes in Japan in the second month ofthis year. As the summer hit too hot to move, this CD fell into mylucky ol' player on the fifteenth and shimmered with utter perfection.If you didn't dig Endless Summeryou are not worth a flick of my fag ash, and I don't even smoke.Chrissy F as his friends almost certainly never call him (I mean haveyou seen the guy? He looks so serious no one could call him Chrissy F,except maybe that utterly punchable dillweed who tries to sing forBlur) would doubtless not approve of such an irrelevant sentance withparentheses appearing in what is after all supposed to be some kind ofdescription of his latest triumph. Hip Nips (the Jap chaps who clapquiet) hailed the master of cracklepops as the finest laptop performerthey had witnessed. Reviewed, it seemed that this was the inevitablehype of the press release, but the disc is ample amplified evidencethat this was one sweet shimmer burn of a unique event. Familiarfragments and refrains from Endless Summer are repositionedamongst ever more sundrenched light too bright. Fennesz has shifted hiswhole unmistakable shtick up a gear here, and made the magnificent Endless Summerseem like a mere rehearsal. If you are one of the enlightened then youknow you need this. If you want to elevate beyond the bilge this is thedisc to pick, yellow obi 'n' all. Bob Geldof has not been hailing thisas the greatest thing he's heard since the Pistols, and Fennesz hasnever tried to feed the world. How can you tell them it's Xmas timewhen the summer is endless?
