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Fuck Buttons - Slow Focus (2013)

Fuck Buttons – Slow Focus (2013)

Mid Summer is when the word “fuck” is volleyed around the music media and different publications decide how to best approach it. F*ck Buttons? Ha! We, as a culture, are so lame.

Alright, Fuck Buttons. Lets do this. To be very honest, I have never heard a full Fuck Buttons record. In fact, the band’s name has always been predicated by a wall of imposing and intimidating electronic noise. What in the fuck is going on here? I do know the band is British and their 2009 sophomore release Tarot Sport was lauded as a fiery end to all post rock by its grand finale in smoke and electronic explosions. Where do we go from here? I wonder if Tarot Sport still lives up to everyone’s end of the year list. 2009 was a long time ago. How do we proceed in the new decade? Slow Focus comes into view.

If any band could take the mantle and wear the “electronica” tag it maybe Fuck Buttons. While not really describing anything, electronica is an umbrella term to vaguely point at electronically aided indie music. Fuck Buttons, historically, has resided in this strange place between indie, experimental, and electronic dance music and thus would be perfect candidate for this superfluous title. With all the right boxes checked it’s time to get into the record, and what do we have to great us? Percussion that sound likes oil drums.

Slow Focus retains the same fondness for long building noisecapes that Tarot Sport became famous for. “Brainfreeze” is a daunting 8 minute industrial sludge to a midway resting point before ascending more through thick clouds. While I mentioned I am partially unfamiliar with Fuck Buttons, I always thought this thing would be different, perhaps more joyful and less dingy. Whether or not the band intended Slow Focus to be a carnival ride through dark halls with plate metal floors, they have succeeded in seriously bumming me out.

“The Red Wing” is perhaps the highest point on Slow Focus with its halfway bouncy atmosphere and passable groove. The persistence of the low end bass phaser, though, dominates not only this song but the rest of the record. This moody and empty apartment building atmosphere is not without its success. Songs like “Stalker” benefit greatly from the encroaching horror which promises to envelop the listener. Additionally, when the songs are given the right amount of time to lay out, they mature well in a culture for 10 or 12 minutes. Other songs like “Princess Prize” are sort of lost and without conceptual weight. This all could be wrong and I could just not have gotten it. Either I am wrong or they are.

I am sort of upset with myself for not getting this record. Fuck Buttons has reached a certain level of success leading to their songs being played at the Olympics. No one played Burial so I assume Fuck Buttons have reached a certain level of royalty. Come to think of it, I do not even know what that means, I am still trying to process Slow Focus.

TRACKLIST:
Brainfreeze
Year Of The Dog
The Red Wing
Sentients
Prince’s Prize
Stalker
Hidden XS

Fuck Buttons - Slow Focus , reviewed by Kaptain Carbon on 2013-07-17T11:37:49+00:00 rating 3.0 out of 5



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