[photo via blueskyandclear]
I saw Bristol’s own Fuck Buttons last night at the El Mocambo with electrofriend Eric. You don’t like their name, and there’s just too many tiger and wolf shirts. So in an effort to freshen up the adjective onslaught similar to most aloof music bloggers, it’s fair to say that their music is a geographic compromise between the rock sounds of Brooklyn and Paris, falling fortunately right around Bristol. Noise, repetition, hypnosis, acoustic drumless, analog thru MIDI, fuzz, Gameboy music and assorted childhood musical toys. Song “Olympians” is a reasonable look at their more structured songs. 8 minutes of repetition and minimal dynamic can be trying, but I like the message. Good show.