What the fuck, Fuck Buttons? What happened to all the fuzzed-over maniacal screaming? Or the tribal-drum cannibal festivals that led us to a place the wrong side of Apocalypse Now? None of these elements that made Street Horrsing (2008) such a fascinating and mind-trip-of-a-listen are present on Tarot Sport, and yet you've managed to somehow improve on this? Wait...maybe "improve" is not the right word here--alter is probably more appropriate. You've altered the music you make synthetically in a different dimensional direction, right? Instead of exploring Predator-esque jungles, now you've decided that space is the place; space is the new jungle. Cool.Anyway, I've been listening to your new album a lot when I work-out and go running. I can pretty much shift in and out of focus whenever I please, because, as I'm sure you're aware, there's little depth here, and these compositions you've composed rely solely on one thing: climactic layering. But that's OK, because I really like how "Surf Solar" starts out like a swarm of metallic bees, and by the end you feel like you're in the middle of some Terminator Armageddon where John Connor is (finally) winning. Ditto with "Space Mountain," which feels like the repeated loop of a nuclear cruise missile burning across the horizon again and again. Somehow you've taken these simple measures and have made them epic, and for that I give you props. Most electronic artists are much, much more talented than you, but you will continue to hold a special place in my music-loving heart because you are a couple of odd-balls who have found an odd-ball niche to succeed in.
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