Fuck Buttons Live at the Crocodile Cafe (Seattle, Washington)

FuckButtons2

Fuck Buttons

By: Joe DeBonis 

I swear when I own my own concert venue I will never differentiate between minors and adults because every time I have been somewhere that does, I leave pissed at the venue, band and anyone else remotely involved. Seeing the Fuck Buttons at the Crocodile Café in Seattle did not start out too great. First off, me and Patch got to the show way too early but to make matters worse, we were corralled and isolated in the balcony of the venue because apparently the Fuck Buttons did not want minors on the floor. At first it seemed we might have been able to go down on the floor in a separated area but quickly it became apparent we were stuck. At first I was beyond pissed and felt like leaving. Then I realized that from the balcony I would be literally right above the band and it would prove to be an interesting vantage point at the very least. So we waited it out. And waited.

The show ended up starting an hour and a half later than we anticipated but on the bright side, who went on was nothing like I expected. The opener, Total Life turned out to be one guy who played some of the most serious drone I had ever heard. At first I tried to resist. I stared intently at one of his machines lighting up, I stared at the crowd gaging their reaction, I even snap chatted the whole experience; anything but close my eyes. I had droned out before and I knew it would just zap my strength and energy for the rest of the night and I wanted to do a fair bit of dancing for the Fuck Buttons. Like all good drone sets though, I gave in and my eyes closed and the drone induced hallucinations began. They started fairly normal, just the vibrating of the tone drifting through my mind. Then I started to see faces similar to the Tera Melos album covers and I vaguely remember at one point repeating to myself, “I am not a cat.” It got pretty dicey for a while as I drifted in and out as my legs would fall asleep and I would come to so I would be able to rearrange. I also remember the feeling that I would fall from the balcony and that woke me up pretty quickly too. By the time it was done I was tired, but not as tired as if I had sat down and let the oscillations envelope me.

That didn’t stop me from feeling weird and both me and Patch then proceeded to quietly wait to see what could possibly come next. I will be honest, I knew little to nothing about the Fuck Buttons before this show so I was now a little curious to see if they would be going more drone than I thought they would due to that opener. They went in almost the opposite direction pretty immediately as a matter of fact, and I recognized the first song they played as the lead track off their latest album (the only thing I got a chance to sample before the show).

Very quickly I was jumping around and beating my chest to the quick dance like beats the two members of The Fuck Buttons were creating and I could feel the blood starting to rush back into my extremities. The only problem was, only Patch and me were dancing up on the balcony. The real action was down on the floor where we were forbidden from going and everyone up with us just kind of stood, glum at the fact we had all been corralled up there together. It was frustrating that we had to be secluded and at various times of the show I felt like flipping off the member of the Fuck Buttons that was directly in my line of vision as he performed. Then the music would take a hold of me and I would slowly forget the injustice until the next slow part.

The music was great though, very intricately built as layers and layers were delicately placed until the climax of each song was resounding around the venue. The bass was fantastic and each bass line was catchy and fun to dance to. They even had this cool distorting effect on the microphones so when they would sing into them, a high pitch barking sound would emit and that would too get looped onto everything else. It was hard to keep my body still the whole night and I was reminded of Rustie’s set from Pitchfork the summer before time and time again. The music was just too fun to mope during, but on the other hand it was too fun to be quarantined where we were and leaving I felt a little disappointed we did not get to dance with the crowd. In the end, it was a fun show, and easily some of the best live music I have seen all year, I just wish I could have been a little bit more a part of the show.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s