"Futants is a mashup of future and mutants." - Present Magazine

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Combining the words future and mutants, Kansas City band Futants deliver an original mish-mash of progressive, grunge, rock, and metal stylingâs. Inspired by works of humanity and the ever marching beat of idiocracy, this three piece attempts to create a feeling of hope cast against impending doom.

Guitarist/Lead Vocalist Evan Deubner has spent most of his adult life recording and producing solo albums, two of which have garnered positive reviews with ezine Independent Clauses. He spent his teenage years as a singer for El Dorado Springs, Missouri local band Prop 13.

Drummer Ethan Otto has been playing drums for over 10 years. Ethan crafted his straight ahead rock style in local Kansas City bands Electric Orange Cream and Dora Dank.

Ethan and Evan were part of a nine piece band which never get off the ground. After the experience they decided to work by themselves, bringing new life to a number of new songs.

After playing as a duo they came across bassist and final member Matt Pachmayr. Graduated from college and listening to too much Primus, Matt picked up the bass in 2005. Matt spent two years fronting comedy band Zenith Farm as the masked Pumpkin King before joining up with Futants.
In less than a year primitive Futants wrote 11 songs, eight of which appear on their debut CD, Pass Me The Butter..., recorded and mixed by Futants at Dino-Viking Records and mastered by Eddy Shreyer of Oasis Mastering.

Although Matt lives in St. Louis and the band makes its home in Kansas City, Futants continue making a name for themselves in the local midwest scene and beyond.

Music Review: FUTANTS
Present Magazine
"Pass Me The Butter..."

Review by Pete Dulin

The Futants picked a helluva song title for the lead track, âThose Who Danced Were Thought to be Quite Mad by the Deaf.â Itâs bold and bizarre like the plotline of a B-movie airing at three in the morning. The Futants arenât going for a sub-par horror flick soundtrack. They aim to deliver A-list progressive metal with an imaginative flair.

About the name, Futants is a mashup of future and mutants. The band seized inspiration for its name from a theory by psychedelic shaman Dr. Timothy Leary, who proposed that a type of genetic wild card exists as a small percentage of the population at any given time. Futants aid humans as a species to adapt and advance in the Darwinian struggle for survival of the fittest, given the proper environmental recognition and support to exist. When Futants in the form of scientists, philosophers, artists, athletes, or other roles push our threshold to new ground, then the entire race evolves. Itâs heady stuff with a sci-fi bent that gives the band ample conceptual room to maneuver as they pound out chords, crash cymbals, and unleash their message with a guttural growl.

The Futants are a trio who produce a stylish blend of metal, grunge, and progressive rock with a hopeful spirit (as only a Futant with an eye to the future can) and avoid reveling in the gloom and doom theatricality of metal or goth. âThose Who Dancedâ kicks off with a loping beat like a pack of wolves on the prowl. Searing guitar by lead vocalist Evan Deubner scorches the atmosphere as drummer Ethan Otto and bassist Matt Pachmayr pound out rhythm. Three minutes deep into the song, the trio crests a ridge and descends into a valley of melodic riffs as the vocals come roaring in again.

âMutants With An Fâ opens with a bang and vocals that invoke the sound of Alice in Chains. Deubner wails in powerful declaration of Futant supremacy, I am the dog who carries all the shame / My loneliness is only matched by pain / Iâve been sitting here beneath this tree / While you bring me everything I need.

Not all of the eight tracks attempt to conquer with a guitar onslaught. âC.O.T.A.S. Loopâ breaks up the wall of sound with a quieter approach where the vocals are more distinct. The insistent drumbeat creates tension during these shifts in tone. When the guys rev up, the muscular sound is more powerful and soars upward like Icarus before falling in submission. âAnd Thatâs OKâ is easily the catchiest track with its rip-roaring guitar groove, rapid-fire beat, and disenchanted singing. The band hits on all cylinders with its expansive sound. âMoney to Burnâ has a brooding feel and lurches steadily as zombie that refuses to relent. Clocking in at just under six minutes, the song is an epic narrative with a hopeful outlook embedded in a mountain of granite.

Pass Me the Butter has great cover art created by the Rose Tattoo Parlor/The River Market Art Company. This impressive debut that should appeal to rock fans that want some lyrics to chew on and well-constructed noise that connects emotionally. The Futantsâ sound does reference forerunners like Metallica, The Cult, and Alice in Chains. To their credit, the band exhibits unique wild card traits in true future + mutant fashion that hints at how they could survive, evolve, and thrive beyond the basic DNA found in common metal acts.

Music Review: FUTANTS
Ink Magazine
"Pass Me The Butter..."

Review by Steven M. Garcia

Sometimes what an artist says is not as telling as the chosen medium. Michelangelo sculpted in everlasting marble. Christo targeted the Berlin Reichstag, a building of immeasurable historic consequence. Kansas City metal act the Futants may be the first to work with a substance that, while impermanent, could possibly lead to death. With their debut CD, the Futants deliver bleak observations on social decay smeared on a canvas of everyoneâs favorite congealed dairy killer: butter.

The Futants, the future mutants, have witnessed mankindâs destructiveness and are ready to dish it back to us, covered in that rich, whipped decadence that has hastened our indulgent demise. War, greed, religion ⦠these are all themes that are brazenly slathered on their eight-song disc, Pass Me the Butter. They see themselves as the progeny of our twisted situation, the only creatures who will have the stomach to survive the end of days. Theyâre not here to solve our problems. Theyâre content to point out the ridiculous, apathetic nature of modern society and to collect the polluted remains when weâre gone.

Pass Me the Butter is filled with an honest pessimism, though the trio sometimes has difficulty relating its anger in a way that can be taken seriously. The first track, âThose Who Danced Were Thought to be Quite Mad by the Deaf,â is packed with B-movie images such as âtest tubes,â âterror gnomesâ and âsuicide hooks.â But where such iconography was comical with a knowing wink in the hands of The Cramps or the Misfits, their earnest use here ends up being funny for different reasons.

Musically, they sound like theyâd be more comfortable in the early â90s than verging on the cusp of the apocalypse. Saturated and processed distortion aside, there are even a couple of tracks that feature that recognizable Alice in Chains-style dual vocal thing. The arrangements are complex without being too unbearably progressive, but the group has an on-again/off-again relationship with tempo.

As for the record, the mix of metal, grunge-metal and progressive-metal, while highly aggressive, could benefit from some of that 20/20 hindsight youâre supposed to have after a trip to the future. The engineering is too lo-fi for a group with such lofty sonic aspirations. Thereâs limited range, the instruments being compressed into a narrow field thatâs short on low-end.
The Futants are apparently so disgusted they donât even care enough about our dismal civilization to toss us a well-crafted goodbye gift. Itâs the final kiss-off to an uncaring world thatâs about to go down in flames.