I was intrigued when the Brisbane-based label Grog Records (re-)issued the Hello, Mr. Operator EP by New York electro punks Hand Helds on cassette, originally released late last year. A closer look at their bandcamp profile reveals not only that they’ve had a new EP out in January already but also that quite obviously they’ve been at it for a while already, churning out a ton of EPs in a varying spectrum of dark and noisy garage punk, minimalist and often quite harsh synth- and electro punk. I’m pretty sure i already came across them in the past but i’m also reminded why i passed over that stuff back then, as much of their earlier cataloque sounds like the equivalent of throwing lots of shit at the wall to see what’s gonna stick. Anyway, a couple of things have stuck apparetly and on their latest two EPs, things click into place way more tightly thanks to a more minimalist and deliberate less-is-more approach. Hello Mr. Operator is certainly the cruder of the two EPs with a heavily Primitive Calculators and occasionaly Suicide-indebted brand of Synth Punk minimalism. The Transatlantic Death Machine EP then trades in the bass guitar for live drums and things get even wilder and, dare i say, kinda sophisticated, despite the best efforts and dissonant patterns of synth cacophony in tunes like Glue Tongue to obscure the fact. There’s a weird kraut-ish, motorik quality to the whole thing and a successful approach of trimming the fat while giving attention to the details that matter, all of which positions these two records a couple notches above your average electro-kraut effort or no wave-ish ’80s synth punk throwback.
Though largely reflecting on current themes of our society being overwhelmed with the tribulations and challenges our ever changing hi-tech world keeps throwing at us, the sounds on this NYC artist’s most recent cassette feels more like a flashback to the abrasive, confrontational early days of late ’70s / early ’80s synth- and electro punk, noise and power electronics experimentation in the vein of shit á la Primitive Calculators, Nervous Gender, Screamers, Units or Minimal Man – a noisy bastard more concerned with overwhelming the senses than with nuance or finesse while still coming across surprisingly catchy and hypnotic most of the time.
After releasing a true shitload of EPs over the past few years and their sound showing a steady increase in maturity, it’s really no surprise that their debut album comes across as the most accomplished batch of songs by this London group yet, their very own formula made up of post punk, noise rock and postcore elements fine-tuned and engineered into a smoothly running, high precision machine while still occasionaly expanding their musical vocabulary – like some Wire-meet-Big Black-isms in Set Up To Fail for example or the bleak doomscapes á la early Uniform in Human Frailty.
Another tasty EP by this River Falls, Wisconsin electro punk/-noise duo, on which they once again sound a bit like Big Black going full electro, then joining forces with Primitive Calculators, armed with power tools instead of guitars.
What we got here is twelve minutes worth of minimalistic, uncompromising DIY industrial noise/-punk shit by some duo from River Falls, Wisconsin. Being more of a clueless idiot tourist in this particular field, i’d describe this as what a fully electronic variant of Big Black might have sounded like. Or maybe draw parallels to the more recent but comparably minimalistic noise by Black Pus.
