Best Record of 2001: Day 38 | Fennesz ‘Endless Summer’
Good morning!
Today we’re taking a look at ‘Endless Summer’ by Fennesz.
Note: As many of you saw, I recently wrote about a Best Record of 2001 challenge and noted that I’d be writing some of these up.
The plan is to do quick hits on each first-round matchup and post them directly to the page. Some will be longer, some won’t, and some might just be a handful of sentences. There’ll probably be a few typos. We’ll also have a few guest posts along the way, so make sure to stay tuned for those!
Check ’em out and let me know your thoughts! Chin wags & hot takes welcome! Sharing and restacks always appreciated.
KA—
Somewhere deep in the pile of digital detritus otherwise known as my “photo library,” there is a great shot of one of my sons. He’s probably 6 or 7, and holding a wakeboard and jumping waves. He’s got a bucket hat on and is silhouetted against a Southern California sunset. It’s a photo I think every parent tries to take at some point. It’s not a particularly well-taken picture (me just getting him in the frame should be seen as a win), but it doesn’t really need to be. The sun and the Pacific are doing all the work here. To me, this picture is “summer,” it’s got sun, sea, and a family-sized dose of nostalgia. It’s that weird sort of frozen-in-time aspect that draws us in, and the ideas we attach to summer (no school, warmth, having fun) that keep drawing us back.
Later on, the timeline might fill with things like road trips, hot summer nights, or being out on the water. It never rains in these memories, and the music’s always good.
The Beach Boys built a whole ass career on this sort of thing.
The picture I just described matches the cover of Fennesz’ Endless Summer album. There’s silhouettes of people ostensibly on a beach. You can assume it’s warm (there’s no parkas in sight). You could, in fact, slip your own cover art in and not miss a beat. But that’s where the similarities end.
This is not a record of walls of sound or harmony. There’s barely any rhythm. In its place is a lot of cracking, bleeps, and bloops. In Fennesz’s world, the word languid doesn’t exist. Everything’s jittery, and everything skitters. Tracks have layer after layer, but the strata are fractured.
There are people who will stroke their chin and try to rationalize this sort of thing. These are the types of people who will look you dead in the eye and, with all the seriousness they can muster, tell you that there is some sort of deeper meaning here; that it’ll come to you if you just squint hard enough and lean in closer. There’ll be haughty tones galore as you’re told about “soundscapes” and creating an atmosphere.
I am not one of those people. Nor will I tell you that the music is happening in the space between the notes, or some other fakakta rationale. Sometimes people just like to play around in the studio and see what happens. There’s no need to assign a higher calling to it. Yes, music like this creates a mood; for me, that mood is usually agitation or mild annoyance. If I want to hear crackles, pops, and static, I’ll drag out an old record and play it. Calliopes belong on the deranged playgrounds in horror movies, not a record with surfers on the cover!
We tell ourselves those summers will never end, even though just the fact that we’re looking back on those days means they already have. Maybe that’s the allure of places like California, or just the beach in general.
And maybe that’s part of why this sort of record will never really resonate with me. Given a long enough timeline, everything is ephemeral. Those pictures come with their own built-in sunny soundtrack. Fennesz is showing us what happens as those pictures decay.
Bottom Line: This was up against Four Tet’s Pause album. That one didn’t exactly thrill me, either, but for my money, it’s definitely the better of the two. No pausing or second thoughts here; my bracket pick and vote are going to Four Tet.
Any thoughts on either of these records? Agree/disagree with my takes? Which one of these would you vote for? Sound off in the comments!
Kevin Sent 