Pitchfork

OK, so they're still called Fuck Buttons. Maybe they should've been called something more evocative, like Fuck Angels. On "Bright Tomorrow", the A-side of a new 7" picture disc, the Bristol-based experimental duo of Andrew Hung and Benjamin John Power contrast blissed-out melodies, nu-trance heartbeats, and heavenly ambient loops with construction-crew guitar noise and throaty, indecipherable growls. They don't do much fancier than start quiet, add elements, and eventually get louder (a lot louder).

But their ethereal, billowing sound-- an ecstatic hybrid of Wolf Eyes' or Prurient's noise, Boris' blissed-out moments, and Nathan Fake's pastoral techno-- is as vivid here as it is violent. Something like the sun rising over the ocean... then going supernova. We previously put Fuck Buttons on repeat for the luminous, seven-minute drone of "Sweet Love for Planet Earth". Like that track, "Bright Tomorrow" relies on restraint that must've been absent from the band's naming process-- even the most alien vocal here can't shake the steady rhythmic pulse. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, amen.

[from the "Bright Tomorrow" 7"; out now in the UK on ATP]