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| | | | Issue #19.28 :: 02/06/2008 - 02/12/2008 | Fuck Buttons
"Street Horrrsing"
| BY JOSH RUFFIN
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Fuck Buttons
"Street Horrrsing"
ATP Recordings
Release Date: March 18th
Fuck Button’s “Street Horrrsing” makes my heart (and God’s) weep. It funnels births and murders, dreams and reality, failures and successes through the same clockmaker’s lens, forcing upon the listener implications of madness, hope, cosmic mystery, technological horror, and spiritual awakening.
Nothing is ever fully realized; divulgement of the path would be a betrayal of the secret. The sprinklings of piano sound like the ends of wind chimes being dangled over a lake, the tips being allowed to just kiss the surface of the water. Massive slabs of digitized fuzz slowly crescendo, a minor-key sunrise run through a soundboard.
The calm is never broken, but clashing tranquilities give rise to mountains of static doom partially obscured by a quieting fog. You don’t know whether to reach out for the peace or turn from the violence—they are one in the same, a womb and an abyss.
The ever-present wall of white noise parallels existence itself, with only the soul-mending shades of melody and evolving rhythm serving as implications and insights into the state of a glacial universe.
Maybe the machines have taken over. Maybe you’re dead, or in a lucid dream-like state where light switches don’t work and you dissipate like mist on a morning tide at the first sign of a reality-bound bullet train. Did you just witness a rape? A crucifixion? The achievement of universal consciousness caught on video? This is your own personal film noir and, standing in the waning light of the street lamp, the difference between lips or a switchblade on your throat is irrelevant. | |
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