Monday, 2 November 2009

Fuck Buttons - Heaven - 29/10/09




Heaven is probably the last place I would have ever expected to see one of the most interesting, challenging and loud bands of the last few years but then again if Surf Solar (out last month) is anything to go by, Fuck Buttons proving to be are full of surprises.
After missing Andrew Weatherall's set deciding to grab a few cheap beers before hand we made it just in time to see the legendary Clark on stage, the Warp Dj was a brilliant choice for support blaring out his stunning array of loud bassy beats and crazy mixes which got the packed crowd moving more than I have seen for a support act for a long time, especially right at the front where there was a conglomerate of about 20 people going nuts like it was three in the morning on a Saturday night as opposed to around nine on a Tuesday.
Now onto the main event, Fuck Buttons have built up a huge following over the last few years with their reputation for intense, live shows that have people watching in amazement with their vast swathes of electronic craziness, euphoric melodies and huge pounding beats generally leaving people feeling pretty humbled.
Word of their magnificent showcases have obviously got around as Heaven, their biggest headline show in London was completely sold out.
Finally squeezing my way to the front past a mixed crowd of anyone from proper ravers with their neons and sunglasses to fat middle aged business men, I watched as Fuck Buttons ploughed through material from Tarot Sport, to which working with producer Andrew Weatherall they have somehow managed to make their sound a little more accessible without losing any of that visceral noise that they are famed for. 'rough steez' and 'olympians,' two of my highlights from the album were quite breathtaking to watch and the guys themselves looked absolutely lost in the music, staring at each other over their table full of pedals, gadgets and toys. The finale came in the form of 'Sweet Love For Planet Earth' the opener from their debut Street Horrsing, a fans favourite which starts minimally and ends in a haze of distortion and noise.
I left the venue as many did with my ears ringing and feeling pretty disorientated. The sign of a very good gig.

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