fuckbuttons

Fuck Buttons’ previous two albums saw the noisegaze duo in various states of intergalactic exploration. ‘Street Horrsing’ was a difficult launch in 2008, starting with a twinkling, picture-book lullaby that soon descended into static-riddled, no-turning-back-now panic. The following ‘Tarot Sport’ – pinned by lead track ‘Surf Solar’ (the name said it all) – was (a little) less terrifying as Benjamin John Power and Andrew Hung took their increasingly soaring metallic drones into deep space, and so ‘Slow Focus’ is the next logical step – the sound of Fuck Buttons hopping from one alien terrain to the next.

Disconcertion/shallow-sleep-terror is still at the heart of this experimental sky trance, but for the first time the duo hit solid ground. Opener ‘Brainfreeze’ (a thundering combo of rough drums and phasers) and the following, oscillating ‘Year Of The Dog’ feel like one long previous episode recap, and then they’re down with a thump, landing first on ‘The Red Wing’, which impishly sways like The Beatles’ Pepperland on better drugs and progressive hip-hop played old skool (a notable development in FB’s sound). ‘Sentients’ is a more paranoid, more overtly sci-fi kind of place, alive on the adrenalin of survival; ‘Prince’s Prize’ is skewed fun at the fairground that’s then demented as the waltzer speeds up and refuses to let you off. Fuck Buttons always make things go bad, which is good.


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