Ten Years Of ATP: Fuck Buttons

For those of you unable to join us for Fuck Button's set at ATP 10, here's what you missed:

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Eeee-eh-eh-eh-e-he-ehe-eheheh-eeeeeeeee!

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Disco ball disco ball hands in the air disco ball

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CrOwD SuRfeR!!!

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Looking at this, we realise we have a problem. Please don't be alarmed, but we think we have a disease. Perhaps not a disease, but more of a disability: Keep this on the down-low, but we just can't seem to get the blood fully flowing for a live Fuck Buttons set. In fact, the Fuck Buttons set seems much more exciting to us when transcribed as above than when seen live. Listening in our bedrooms, we think “Surf Solar,” off of new the-critics-are-wetting-themselves album Tarot Sport, is a bona fide jam, but we just can't get slack-jawed with wonder when we see Buttons Ben and Andy recreate their brilliance in the flesh.

We recognise that many amongst us are indeed wide-eyed and dribbling in disbelief at their mastery of analog and digital ruckus-making, but we are embarrassed to report that we experience no such responses. To be certain, we can appreciate that they do look like some very cool guys dropping some very cool beats. Which leads us to think: If we can also look very cool dropping their very cool beats, then why don't we just go back to our chalet and enjoy doing so whilst having only people we like around us? Eventually, we do. And we know that it is wrong, but we are happy that we do. What is wrong with us?

Fuck Buttons ATP Photos (From: Stu Green / shot2bits.net):