Fuck Buttons

Despite the eyebrow-raising moniker's aggressive overtones, the Bristol, England duo of Andrew Hung and Benjamin John Power wants little more than to give your cerebellum a therapeutic, thoroughly intense sound massage. With Street Horrrsing, these Fuck Buttons engineer a sort of reverse, photonegative, canary-in-a-coal-mine scenario, threading strands of coruscating and blackened noise, exotic percussive matrices, and mutilated, near-unrecognizable vocals through buzzing, humming synth enclosures.

The album is presented as a flowing whole loosely segmented into six movements, most of which near or exceed the 10-minute mark; as such, one can easily lose track of linear continuity — not to mention one's own location on this particular Street. Did you misplace your keys somewhere back in the morphing afterburner drone of "Race You to My Bedroom — Spirit Rise"? Kowtow to mellow panhandlers during "Colours Move" as thumping, clipped drum patterns gradually boom-boomed the two-note blare out of the foreground? Run from stray dogs as spine-tingling, rabid-hyena wild-out "Ribs Out" savaged your synapses? Exchange cash for a baggie as "Sweet Love for Planet Earth" moved from floaty, Ativan reverie to swollen, mescaline mindfuck? More important, who cares? Hit play again.