Not all music has to be easy access, mainstream and spoon fed for mass consumption. From Schoenberg’s classical revolutions to Lou Reed’s almost unlistenable Metal Machine Music, it can be challenging, thought provoking, sometimes uncomfortable, but that is all part of the sporadic evolution of the art. Whether consciously or otherwise, Mr Hello and His Honesty Club are meandering down that musical path less travelled.
Theirs is a world of strange, psychotic and almost hammed up vocals, hung out on byzantine heavy bass riffs, swathed in dissonant, angular guitar violence as relentless tribal beats drive it on to its illogical conclusion. More poetic terrorism that conventional musical delivery. The music lurches and shudders from one thought to another in unexpected fashion, a sort of post-rock, post-genre, post-music, post-mortem… looking for the cause of death of the mainstream and then providing the sound track at its wake.
Their musical touchstones are more likely to be The Birthday Party, Jesus Lizard, early Sabbath and The Fall, but even then after those influences have gone through the blender; it is unlikely that you will find anything derivative about them. In short this is not music you take home to met the parents, this is music you elope with, run wild with and just hope it doesn’t drive you insane along the way.