OK so I KNOW I blogged about Fuck Buttons already but Tarot Sport is ‘available’ and it’s worth everyones time. The aural equivalent of swimming through the aurora borealis in space kayaks, glitter trails and general catharsis. Pretty serious. The 10-minute version of Surf Solar flies by, the beats everywhere are so much FULLER and give the songs a far less sprawling feel (two sub-5 minute tracks help that too). Olympians busts into a gallavanting beat, wincing sunlight peaks althroughout. Rough Steez stutters through 4 minutes of Ribs Out-y beat while computer malfunctions glitch in and out, lazer beams hit you amongst the night time drive intensity on the fuzzy note changes, before everything gets washed up into what I can only describe as what I said in the last FB post, rainbow static. Is that a genre? It may as well be now, if Vampire Weekend can have ‘Ivy-League Afro-Pop’ then Fuck Buttons are more than deserving of ‘Rainbow Static’. The album almost bursts into straightforward dance music on it’s finale, the epic Flight of the Feathered Serpent, cutting loose at its end with repetitive megaton blasts of noise and jungle (not the genre) drumbeats running rampant amongst even more borealis sounds. It’s the soundtrack for gliding along celestial bodies and dipping yr hand into the cosmic stream, multicoloured fragments of time and space flying in a vapour trail of electronic fabness. So yeah. 6.2 or something.
