In the space of a couple of months, I've watched Fuck Buttons go from a duo with a support slot in a dingy upstairs room at the edge of Manchester's curry mile, without a proper website or any releases to speak of, to being blogged every three days, signing to ATP Recordings, releasing a dinky little 7" picture disc at Rough Trade and finally, last week - giving up their day jobs. They also premiered the video to "Bright Tomorrow" on Pitchfork a week or two ago.
In Manchester, they used a table in the centre of the standing space to construct an inspiring set up of wires, satin lined suitcases, pocket-sized casios and a fisher-price tape recorder. They sound gloriously noisy, colourful and excited. From the confusion of wires, samplers, keyboards and laptop erupt fireworks; bright infusions of cyclic melody disrupt the brash, gloopy haze of feedback and white noise. Vocals are channelled through the Fisher-price contraption, wedged in the jaws of Benjamin John Power as his screams are distorted into wide grimacing squawks.
I believe they are a band to see live, after nearly standing too close to the table in Manchester, frozen to the spot from fear and excitement, I can't imagine it being batter in any other medium. In headphones - crank it up and have somewhere to be - altered states induced at night. they have signed up for ATPvsPitchfork and will no doubt crop up around the country again soon. check their myspace for dates.
"Bright Tomorrow" works the frequencies, sonic heartbeats charged, synths stuck in a glitch, harmonious keyboard melodies that slide amongst the wreckage of electronic abuse and twisted wires strewn about, fuelling the vocal screech, the metallic strain to hit the build; the hard, fast peak of aural bliss.
Note: only two Fuck Buttons tracks have been officially released, so its feels a little cheeky to post their entire back catalogue in one fell swoop. Buy the 7", or better still: support them live.
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