Fuck Buttons are the sound of things falling apart. Breaking down. Crashing, disintegrating, imploding. All with some sort of beautiful grace. Some sort of compelling, hypnotic grace. This music is disturbing, but completely addictive. "Street Horsssing" is the debut album from Fuck Buttons, who are two men from Bristol, England. Andrew Hung and Benjamin John Power, to be exact. They meld experimental noise with beautiful melody to create sounds that are quite exciting and original. An album of disturbed intelligence.
Six songs make up this piece of music. Most, bar one, coming in at around nine minutes. Essentially instrumental, they all build with creeping intensity, before descending into swirling, momentous rackets. The opening track, "Sweet Love for Planet Earth" begins with a delicate piano, before a monotone vibrates with hypnotic effect. Vocals join in. If you can call them vocals. More apt to say they are distorted screams with inaudible lyrics. Strangely, they prove hypnotic. The combination of vocal an instrumentation is like a bad accident. You don't want to look, but you do. You don't want to listen, but you do. It just draws you in. The second track, "Ribs Out" is a short, sharp cacophony of noise. Featuring yelps and yawls and heavy drumming, it is probably the only track that has skip over quality. "Okay, Let's Talk About Magic" returns us the world of drone and distortion, before it bursts into a state of hypnotic percussion about four minutes in. Keys are held for long periods, static buzzes in your ears, drums chug in uneven time. It is disconcerting, yet utterly irresistible. "Race You to the Bedroom" and "Colours Move" continue in this vein. An overload of distortion and iridescent synths produce sounds of worlds collapsing and realities bending. The only song that employs a more traditional dance sound is "Bright Tomorrow", which actually then becomes a less essential track. Whilst enjoyable, we have heard this sort of thing before. "Street Horsssing" will not be for everyone. It will be, however, a trip of pleasure for those who want to have their ears stretched just a little bit.
MP3: Sweet Love For Planet Earth-Fuck Buttons
Six songs make up this piece of music. Most, bar one, coming in at around nine minutes. Essentially instrumental, they all build with creeping intensity, before descending into swirling, momentous rackets. The opening track, "Sweet Love for Planet Earth" begins with a delicate piano, before a monotone vibrates with hypnotic effect. Vocals join in. If you can call them vocals. More apt to say they are distorted screams with inaudible lyrics. Strangely, they prove hypnotic. The combination of vocal an instrumentation is like a bad accident. You don't want to look, but you do. You don't want to listen, but you do. It just draws you in. The second track, "Ribs Out" is a short, sharp cacophony of noise. Featuring yelps and yawls and heavy drumming, it is probably the only track that has skip over quality. "Okay, Let's Talk About Magic" returns us the world of drone and distortion, before it bursts into a state of hypnotic percussion about four minutes in. Keys are held for long periods, static buzzes in your ears, drums chug in uneven time. It is disconcerting, yet utterly irresistible. "Race You to the Bedroom" and "Colours Move" continue in this vein. An overload of distortion and iridescent synths produce sounds of worlds collapsing and realities bending. The only song that employs a more traditional dance sound is "Bright Tomorrow", which actually then becomes a less essential track. Whilst enjoyable, we have heard this sort of thing before. "Street Horsssing" will not be for everyone. It will be, however, a trip of pleasure for those who want to have their ears stretched just a little bit.
MP3: Sweet Love For Planet Earth-Fuck Buttons
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