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By Erin Roof
Published on April 10, 2008 at 3:21am
I imagine Andrew Hung and Benjamin John Power are the kind of people who keep a pile of Hallmark cards for every occasion stashed in their kitchen drawer. Sure, they play noise music—but it's noise music with heart. It's aggression with a glass of milk. Sprawling and expansive, echoing and oscillating, Fuck Buttons balance pulsating noise with softer, more polite tones. The duo works within strict confines, with glacial drone and well-posed repetition that manages to not feel worn out after the ninth minute. Even though Street Horrrsing is 94 percent instrumental, the tones themselves are soaked in so much emotion. This could be the soundtrack to the impending apocalypse, and somehow they make it feel okay. With Caribou. 21+.
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