Fuck Buttons - Tarot Sport
Fuck Buttons - Tarot Sport

Fuck Buttons - Tarot Sport

5/5 stars
Album review by Ian Crichton.
Published 22 October 2009

Arriving hot on the heels of last year’s gloriously hypnotic skull-rattling debut Street Horrrsing, the quick turnaround of Fuck Buttons’ second album is not to be mistaken for a lack of musical development. In fact, just a oment's exposure to the auricular irrigation of opener Surf Solar will prove how far the duo have come in just 18 months.

But rather than totally doing away with the familiar Buttons template of build, tension, and explode, Andrew Hung and Benjamin Power are tearing it up and rewriting - colouring outside the lines to paint wildly vivid futurist noise that makes the debut look about as forward-thinking as a 17th century civil war reenactment.

The distinctive 4/4 house pulse which kicks off the aforementioned Surf Solar at first seems reminiscent to Street Horrrsing highlight Bright Tomorrow, but once it starts to bounce and stutter it takes on a sonance all its own, one that can only be described as if Black Dice and Underworld had been commissioned to collaborate on a song to shake the foundations of the Tate Modern's turbine hall. So compelling is it, that the ten minute duration seems to pass by in half of that, and it begs for repeat listens.

You'd think the following cuts had a tough act to follow up, but Surf Solar's raw sunlight is quickly eclipsed by the aptly-named Olympians. The track's omnipresent drum loop grips the listener quickly and mingles with effervescent church organ drones, before it blasts off at the seven minute mark and never comes back down. Olympians is the perfect crystallization of Tarot Sport’s progressive next-wave dance sound - everything segues perfectly like a great DJ set, but one that can be enjoyed with headphones at home or in dark confines of the club. 

The album's producer is Andrew Weatherall, who, if you don't know by name, you will know by his decorated CV with Primal Scream and Two Lone Swordsmen. His influence looms beautifully over these seven tracks, and in a way that's completely in keeping with Fuck Buttons' aesthetic - no doubt the result of spending their formative years listening to Vanishing Point and Tiny Reminders.

It's an utterly refreshing sound, one that's destined for crossover success - if not now, then surely retroactively. If the unseen alien race in 2001: A Space Odyssey had been thoughtful enough to equip the monoliths with MP3 players, Tarot Sport would've been the album preloaded with it. Forget Thus Spoke Zarathustra, this is the kind of next generation noise to inspire early man to use tools, go bipedal, and conquer space. In a (somewhat paradoxical) word: divine.

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  • Just got round to checking this out. Enjoyed the first record overall, but this is something else.

    Posted by Darren Carle | Sunday 31 January 2010 @ 14:06

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  • By "something else" I mean "fucking amazing".

    Posted by Darren Carle | Sunday 31 January 2010 @ 14:06

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