Fuck Buttons' fabulous new album, Tarot Sport, opens with a manic series of electronic sputters, like hundreds of ants conquering a freshly fallen watermelon slice. The song doesn't waver and you watch as the fruit disintegrates. Each new synth reveals a part of the process, mold on the rind, the transition from day to night, and the decomposition is raised to the heights of a Bruckheimer epic

That's the first song. The album is an entire ecosystem dramatized. Fuck Buttons' take on the already expressive genre of post-rock is a passionate argument for the storytelling power of instrumental music; they make wide-screen songs with such specific emotional resonance that you need a narrative to relay your experience of it.

“Lisbon Maru,” for example, builds around a militaristic drum beat and an dramatic buzzing synth. Four minutes into the song, just when you think the song has reached it's highest point, Fuck Buttons push you out of the airplane and you plummet blissfully while bubbling electronics whoosh past.

Like all the best storytellers, Fuck Buttons create a space, buries the listener in it,  and leaves them with their own thoughts—trying to figure out where they've been for the past 11 minutes.

Fuck Buttons play Chop Suey on November 15th.

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