Music’s equivalent to modern art is the best way of summarising ‘Four Tet’. Four versions of the same song including the customary radio edit and album version are incorporated in this offering. It is the last two that demand attention, a wacky remix and 23 minute live version containing noise pollution such as a clattering, out of tune cacophony of noise part way through, that probably represents what the Sex Pistols sounded like when Malcolm McClaren first raised the idea to the band of playing their own instruments. Some parts of the track are thumping and rhythmic, while others stop and start like a dodgy Skoda.

The single’s cryptic title gives as good a hint as any to the mystique that surrounds Mr. Hebden’s latest project. It is a testament to the self belief he has, that he has been prepared to step outside the cycle of being in a rock band and churning out predictable same style songs one after the other, ten out of ten for effort.

David Adair