Hung. Power. Fuck Buttons. The Bristol duo’s abrasively playful epithet, melded with the coincidental evocation of virility inspired by their last names, gives you a good idea of the powerful, percussive electronica created by Andrew Hung and Benjamin John Power.
Fuck Buttons rev up the bpm’s and smack you in the face repeatedly with apocalyptic synths of such ferocity that you’ll actually convince yourself that if the world were going to end, you’d be there to save everyone because you’re so PUMPED UP that you could physically relocate the earth just out of reach of the imminent meteor.
Last night the band gloriously deafened patrons of the Sinclair. The performance was conceived by "Brainfreeze," the dopamine drizzling track that opens Fuck Buttons' latest album, Slow Focus. It exemplifies the duo's habit of beginning an album with its best song. Their previous release, Tarot Sport, opens with “Surf Solar,” an incredible ten and a half minute crescendo that followed "Brainfreeze" in their set--talk about a solid beginning. Both songs epitomize the band’s repetitive structure and additive processes that border on postminimalism and maximalism—check out Arnold Dreyblatt’s Animal Magnetism or any of Michael Gordon’s music and compare. The rest of Fuck Buttons' catalog follows a similar motif, repeat, layer and build, one final-synth-uppercut formula that has garnered much critical acclaim.
The performance itself was incalculably loud. Both the elevated amplitude and the prominence of caustically high frequencies warranted a few pained cringes from the audience. But the crowd's staying power is a testament to the captivating quality of Fuck Button's incessant industrial drone; nobody left. For years "Surf Solar" has induced drug-like effects in this fan. Check out their albums and then bring some earplugs to your first Fuck Buttons show. So in sum, start Surf Solar-ing ASAP, go run around with a big stupid energy bomb smile and count how many times you say “What the fuck buttons?!”