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Fuck Buttons w/ Growing | Triple Rock | 11/19

November 20, 2009 3 comments

I never thought I would go to a Growing show and see kids dance. My increasingly Walter Matthau ass remembers when they played strict music for bomb raids era Brian Shmeeno. But I guess they are touring with Fuck Buttons plus they are in a club so of course the beat reigns above all. Growing Castles played blue hoodie rap, in that I wouldn’t be surprised if their credit showed up on the experimental follow up to Wale’s disastrous debut, in the same way that Freescha wrote “Heaven on Earth” for Britney. Also, where have they been hiding this cute lead chick? They could at least put her in the foreground of press photos wearing a sexy Xiu Xiu shirt or something (I am thinking the wrist cutter “Xiu Xiu 4 Life” design offset by some AA nylons). For their live show, they took the essential drone-riffs from their records and added some Negativland-like abstract concrete samples to add some free form spontaneity. They had really pretty vinyl, so there’s that too.

Sidenote: Tip for Strib/Vita.mn photog to combat awkwardness: don’t stand in the back only to push your way to the front stage for two quick shots and leave. Also, blend in. I suggest an inside out sweater and AA nylons. Also, when did Triple Rock start selling Lone Star tall boys. Maybe better question: Why?

The non-Asian guy in Eff Buttons looks like a hipster Jason Molina. I am not gonna list what songs they played because that’s just fucking dumb to do, who do you think this is, Magnolia Electric Co? They played the one with the penguin noises and the fast drumming then the one with the organ intro and the cool noises and then lots of others ones that were really loud and that blended really well and that’s about as far as I’ll go with that. If you’ve heard the new record at all you know that it is all dancing bangers. It was a good move for The Buttons to hire Andrew Weatherall to produce the record; it’s like if The National got Joe Henry—not completely out of their sphere but really cool nonetheless.

Digression: Near the middle-end of the Buttons’ set someone threw a roach on-stage and the Wes Anderson looking motherfucker in the middle-front crowd tried to hit it. It was cached. What a stupid Wes Anderson motherfucker.

Effe Buttones had some really pretty vinyl, too and the Asian guy hopped right down after the set to go man the merch booth himself which I give him props for. Keeping costs down. The next time they come to town they will probably have a full orchestra and a light show and they will be playing at the Women’s Club Theater or Pantages so I’m glad I caught them at this stage. All in all it was a pretty show if you find things like keyboard arpeggios, chameleons and AA nylon fantasies pretty, which I do.

Words: Gentry Boeckel from Talk My Shit Again
Photos: Justin Taylor

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