eMusic Review 0
Bristol duo Fuck Buttons create monolithic drones on tiny keyboards, unearthing the cuddly humanity and spewgazer abandon hidden inside their toybox. On second album, Tarot Sport, they drag it all kicking (but not screaming) on to the dance floor. Once choppy muck-makers with hand-scribbled squelch, the Buttons are slowly embracing the slick, precise pound of microhouse artists like Ricardo Villalobos and The Field. Not just for the beats, since they seem especially interested in its clipped "oohs," "ahhs," tongue-smacks and mystery pulses. The album is bookended by Phoenix-rising opener "Surf Solar" and equally heaven-bound closer "Flight Of The Feathered Serpent," two songs that have the gut-wrenching oscillations of Tim Hecker or Health, but with the windswept Miami Vice boat chase of Lindstrøm. The rest of the album is filthy with swoops and dips, lo-fi explosions and synthy fireworks, all pretty close to the squishy joy-noise that makes Animal Collective a critic's fave, but deconstructed into 11-minute trance anthems like the Vangelis-styled "Olympians." A couple of noise brats turned a basement show into Ibiza.