Hey, what is this feature? Oh, it's Moods, the feature where I pick a specific mood and then build a playlist off of that. Nice! I almost forgot it existed.

Hey, what is this feature? Oh, it's Moods, the feature where I pick a specific mood and then build a playlist off of that. Nice! I almost forgot it existed.

Posted by Cale at Wednesday, August 13, 2008 0 comments
Labels: Fuck Buttons, Moods, Playlists, Run Dan Run, Sigur Rós, Soft Light Masquerade, St. Vincent, Sufjan Stevens, The Flaming Lips, The Notwist
I joke about being a music snob. Hell, it's in the subtitle to page you're on right now. The truth of the matter is that I don't consider myself to be one because I don't esteem myself higher than others because of the music I listen to. I do, however, reserve the right to esteem you lower because of the music YOU listen to (lookin' at you, Linkin Park fan). But I know how it is. Sometimes you just want to be a music snob, to have uber-valid opinions and a wide assortment of band names and album titles to pull out of your ass at a Starbucks or crazy indie rock show. Well, if you're feeling particularly snobby, here's a music playlist that should help you along. It's only 8 tracks, but one of them happens to be 22 minutes long. If that doesn't make you a music snob, I'm not sure what will.

Posted by Cale at Wednesday, May 21, 2008 0 comments
Labels: Animal Collective, Boddicker, Fuck Buttons, Panda Bear, Slint, Stereolab
Let's not try to make excuses here. Street Horrrsing is a terrible album. If you've followed the overhyped history of this British noise band from their humble roots in 2004 to the present day, then you are well-aware of the fact that this band has grown significantly since that time. Where their earlier "songs" found the band mixing an endless array of sounds, textures, and distortions to form completely incoherent catastrophes, Street Horrrsing shows a couple of guys who have added a few pleasing elements (ie. melody) to their music. The end result is still very much a disaster, but I didn't find myself hating it altogether.
"Noise rock," "experimental," and my personal favorite, "noisecore," are all terms that have been used to haphazardly describe Fuck Buttons' compositions. Perhaps void of "rock" and "core," the term "noise" would be much more appropriate. For the majority of Street Horrrsing's runtime, the group is more than content with assaulting your ears with a inappropriate level of distortion, background screams, and random electronic instrumentation. There are times when the band lets up a bit, like on "Ribs Out," where we're treated to several minutes of tribal drums and delayed monkey howl-esque vocals (I believe they are vocals). Lyrics (aside from indecipherable screams) are nowhere to be found on the album, which can't be a bad thing as I usually find it better when an artist learns to make music before they start singing along to them.
Posted by Cale at Tuesday, March 25, 2008 5 comments
Labels: Fuck Buttons, Review