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  • Alex De Mora

It happened almost by accident. Hardened by a half-decade spent working in nightclubs soundtracked by the relentless 4/4 thump of house music or the assaulting bass drops and hyperactive rhythms of drum and bass, I'd been unfairly prejudiced against anything referred to as "electronic music" for years.

But these were new times. It was 2009, and I'd left the nightclub industry for my first-ever office job at The Stranger, hired partly due to my history of freelance writing about rock and roll and punk, and goddamnit, I was going to have an open mind about music from there on out. With the position came a slew of promotional e-mails from publicists, links to songs and downloads and music videos, CDs in the mail (back when that was still a decent idea), and a general deluge of sensory overload.

Somehow, Fuck Buttons' second full-length, Tarot Sport, ended up on my hard drive, which defied my policy of vetting releases from unknown entities at the time: Bad band names go in the trash; same with bad album art...

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