Parts & Labor
Mapmaker

I am one of those people who strives not to understand certain things. One of them is the term Noise. Let's say I like Noise, well, where does the song end and reality begin? If I like Noise, will I inadvertently listen to a record every day while walking down the street composed by a sly motorist only focused on accelerating as much as possible? Could I ever wish for the death of a neighbor intent on hammering (also on my nerves)? Who knows! I believe that all Rock has a national-popular component that makes it tend towards the song, towards composure even if it appears clumsy.

Well, Parts & Labour at first glance seem like new futurists descended from Olympus to bring to us common mortals the Avant-Garde (Ohhhhh), the sacred flame necessary for man's redemption after the original sin... wrong. The truth is far, very far away. These Parts & Labour are just the old advancing, they are the actualization of something that already was and happened, reproposed in an original and fresh way.

Take Hardcore from 84 and bring it to 2007: away with guitars, away with distortions, away with hoarse and desperate screams (basically everything that someone not accustomed to reading between the lines considers indispensable for Hardcore) and in with two synths and lots of melody and here the old becomes new without inventing anything.

"Mapmaker", printed in 2007, is pure dynamite placed in sequence that explodes in harmony at a speed of 200bpm making you exclaim finally, someone does it. They sound like an iron bar stuck between the spokes of this wheel that contains everything... furious drums super fast, synths, free basslines, a voice that seems recorded just after the singer went from bed to cereal.

I hate people who do Hardcore pretending that SST bands never destroyed and rebuilt music, who pose as new when the only new thing they have is wide-soled Vans and, not the least, I hate Avant-Garde (Ohhhhh) for its own sake (but not only).

Well, these Parts & Labour satisfy me quite a bit. Conceptually, we know each other without seeing each other and remember: MINUTEMEN!