Fuck Buttons /// “Olympians” /// Tarot Sport
hungryghoast and kafka-on-the-shore have pretty much nailed this one. I have nothing to add.
hungryghoast: “like Kraftwerk firing pink noise at the inside of Vangelis’ skull as he composes “Chariots Of Fire.” In Goa.” - Warren Ellis
kafka-on-the-shore: Oh look! Isn’t that me standing on that very crowded platform at Pitchfork station, trying to jump on the Fuck Buttons band wagon? Yes, it is. And I can see that the peeps already on board are looking rather irritated by that sudden influx of button fuckers. Tough shit, I say, they’ll just have to make room.
After listening to Tarot Sport once I knew I’d never listen to Street Horrrsing again. ”Olympians” is easily the crown jewel, a track at first enjoyed as Dead Cities-era M83 material and then, at the 4:35 mark, marveled at as ionospheric Popol Vuh bliss-out. It’s religious ecstasy.
