Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Hasn't Come Out Yet: Fuck Buttons - Tarot Sport


Release Date: October 12, 2009

I don't use the word "fuck" very often. My mouth is very clean. It's a good practice for radio men to watch their language regardless of the situation they're in. You never want to accidentally slip a "fuck" into the middle of a live broadcast. You'd get fired. So I have a habit of using FCC-approved words at all times (I enjoy the occasional "son-of-a-bitch" and "damn it" after hours though). But on account of me not really being a radio man anymore, and after hearing this incredible new leak, Tarot Sport, you're probably going to start hearing the word "fuck" come out of my mouth a lot more often.

The first album by Fuck Buttons, Street Horrrsing, was, if nothing more, an appealing piece of work. It was typical experimental noise rock, but with a refreshingly accessible twist. The noise broke into bouts of unassuming melody, and even kept some of its rhythms relatively straightforward. But it was an album that we could only give a curious look towards. There wasn't much to do with the music.

Seeing Fuck Buttons live brought them down a few notches even. Two guys twisting knobs, distorting themselves screaming into toy microphones. The only thing an audience could really do is stare at them like they were a temporary exhibit in a modern art museum. Fingers tapping chins, occasionally turning to the friend at the side to say something like, "the deconstruction of contemporary pop music has pushed artists to lengths such as these, but much of the joy that was essential to the rock and roll of the 50s' feels lost in these concepts" or some goofy art school kid thing like that.

It's a whole new game with Tarot Sport. The distorted voices are completely gone, there's more rhythm than ever and the melodies shimmer up front. This time, we know exactly what to do with Fuck Buttons:

Dance.

The album will bring other great 2009 albums to mind, Dan Deacon's Bromst and Animal Collective's Merriweather Post Pavilion specifically. It is heavily electronic, with a mood that is primal and humanistic.

At just under an hour, seven tracks make up what may be the best album released this fall. And yeah, I'm gonna go there. This is totally a fall album. It doesn't sound like the fun and sun of summertime, it's more ominous and tense. It's playing around with the gloom that is yet to come. After all, isn't that what you do when you play a tarot sport?

But fall is the most beautiful season of the year, so likewise, this album parallels that sentiment. This album is for red and orange leaves, falling before your eyes on an afternoon walk. It's lovely and happy. It's not poppy, but it goes right for your emotions.

As for what this music will do in a live setting, I can't imagine anybody being able to ground their feet in a single spot for too long by the time Flight of the Feathered Serpent comes on. Instead of putting on an awkward art rock show, these guys are going to make the party jump the fuck up. Fuck Buttons, fuck yeah.

"Fuck."

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