Fuck Buttons is kind of like the rave-attending, ecstasy-dropping cousin of Icelandic mopers Sigur Ros. Their songs are long, drawn-out, electronic affairs that are as exciting as dropping a Mentos into a bottle of Coke. Despite this, their sophomore record Tarot Sport garnered the lazily named band quite a bit of praise. This inflated the ego of one half of Fuck Buttons enough to think that the public wanted to hear his solo record...
Click the link below to read the rest of my review:
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Sunday, June 19, 2011
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