To this day my favourite pitch for a sitcom remains one in which we flash back to the younger days of schoolmates Four Tet, Burial and that guy from Hot Chip. They might have gone in different directions with their music, but I'd very much like to know how.
As for Mr. Tet, also known as Kieran Hebden, what we know is that his journey towards self-actualisation has been a long one: he started off playing post-rock in Fridge, another band full of school rockers, before trying his trade as a solo artist, opening up on the jazz-sampling Dialogue before making a name for himself as a (breathe in and accept your fate, Kieran) "folktronica" producer.
Phew. He got Rounds out of it, though. An agreed-upon classic of experimental dance music, the record showed off Hebden's love affair with sampling, with ten songs made up of literally hundreds of samples. An artist listening to way too much and pulling from way too many places, his records became loving collages busier than the front cover of Sgt. Peppers. The fact that he recorded a split with math-metallers Hella straight after Rounds is proof enough of his inability to sit still, but so is his recent career shifts: full-album odes to pirate radio, twenty-minute odes to Lata Mangeshkar and uptempo jams suggest that Hebden hasn't quite worked out who he wants to be. Maybe he doesn't want to.