Nova Hands - R-EP
Releasing their second EP out of the blue, it shows a band taking giant strides forwards
Words: Phil Weller
No overblown hype-train, no blind pre-orders, but instead instantaneous riffs that have sprung from out of nowhere; Nova Hands are back. The decision to just throw their music out there without a word of warning is a rare one. In today’s society of incessant social media shit-posting and often irritatingly obtuse promo campaigns, the Huddersfield act are openly contradicting trends and on opening track Who Is Your Daddy And What Does He Do? they even go so far as to retaliate. “Manifested by the famous, Naked for hits, They only care for admiration, The perfect and fit,” sings Matt Cornish over a hazy and angular chord progression, the acid in his tongue stinging his timbre.
Once again they allow light, breezy melodies and mathematic passages to tangle with angry, jagged and teeth-baring alt rock riffs born from a steady diet of At The Drive In and Biffy Clyro. It is a record full of peaks and troughs, with songs like A Face For TV pinballing between those two yin and yang approaches in something of a sparring match. Its chorus stretches skywards like a high rise flat, a feast of hidden treasures glistening, like diamonds in the rough, in the minor details of the song. Walking On Duck Fat meanwhile represents their more accessible side in the form of an irresistibly delicious earworm.
They are making full use of being a three guitar band and on the 11 minute closer Mourning The Loss of the Family Ness they bring together an entire universe of influences, feelings, flavours and ideas. While it may start with its foot of the gas, you know there is a great big, grease stained boot always hovering over it, ready to stomp down hard. Emotive vocals and tasteful strings bring the song to life, with that ever-present threat of a deadly finale still looming, eventually arriving in the form a grandiose, kingly conclusion that they pull of with a precious and grace to behold. It brings to mind visions of a giant wading through a city, leaving but rubble and grief in its wake, taking no prisoners, and this is a band that you can imagine having a similar effect in the not too distant future.
The band headline our third Progathon event. For more information head to http://www.manchester.rocks/blog/progathoniii