In a generation where everyone thinks they’re an unappreciated genius, the odds are that at least one or two might actually be that misunderstood prodigy. Chris Hearn is a man that has already made leaps much further than many of his contemporaries by virtue of having his own 12″ record pressed and ready to sell through his bandcamp page under his ‘Alps’ moniker. Hearn’s problem doesn’t appear to be his level of skill, but rather the timing of his ascent – his is a noise that begs, steals and borrows from the no-fi movement of 5 or so years ago, the undeniable tunes heavy on fuzz and high on energy.
Having been going since 2004 under the name, the work is done in broad, familiar strokes that never fail to impress, making the kind of racket that most acts require a semi-skilled drummer and a competent guitarist/synth player to accurately capture. Coming out of the thriving Australian scene, the turn of the year has seen him tour with the likes of Ratatat around his native land. Inspiration is apparently drawn from the country’s rich history of pop, though it’s unlikely that he’s talking about Kylie and Jason in that context. in terms of reference points, think of No Age condensed into one insular weirdo with a micro-korg and a few battered instruments. Unsurprisingly, it’s excellent.