Fuck Buttons

>Tarot Sport, the sophomore album from U.K. duo Fuck Buttons, underlines the point the pair made in interviews for their 2007 debut, Street Horrrsing: They don't do "noise," per se. Certainly, Horrrsing's coursing electronic currents were clogged with chunky, clunky nuggets of entropic, windpipe-clogging coal and soul-in-eternal-torment screams: evidence enough, for many, that Andrew Hung and Benjamin John Power spent whatever disposable income they had scarfing up Birchville Cat Motel vinyl. But Sport is more interested in wholesale synth-psych quavering, Mogwai-esque atmospheric moods, and generally calming listeners' frazzled nerves—which is fine by us. Noise rock's all right for vicariously fighting the faceless powers blithely crushing your various dreams and ambitions into paste; what Fuck Buttons bring to the table, now, is much-needed out-of-body bliss. Get yourselves lost. With Growing. 18+.
Thu., Nov. 19, 9 p.m., 2009
 
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