The Olympia, Washington group's first longplaying cassette, following two equally awesome tapes on the fabulous Impotent Fetus label, still delivers the goods of unpredictable, freewheeling hard- and postcore with additional ingredients of garage punk and mild insanity, stubbornly refusing to fit into your preconcieved notions of what this thing called punk rock is supposed play out like. A fairly eclectic, genre-bending approach which you might, if you really had to, compare to groups as diverse as Das Drip, Warm Bodies, Vexx, Judy & The Jerks, Mystic Inane, Hotmom, Gen Pop or Sniffany & The Nits at one point or another.
Not a Warttman release but still a pleasantly familiar sound of mildly egg- and electrified garage punk perpetrated by some of the usual suspects who also gave us the likes of Research Reactor Corp., Satanic Togas and The Gobs. Twelve restless caffeine pills you might compare to any of these bands, but which also wouldn't seem out of place next to groups á la S.B.F., Cosas Ilegales, Witch Piss or Ghoulies.
This group from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania pulls off a vaguely familiar but nonetheless spectacular combustion of catchy oldschool hardcore energy with some cowpunk vibes to it, operating somewhere inbetween the rough parameters of Germs, Dicks, the early hardcore incarnations of Angst and Meat Puppets, as well as more recent stuff like Fried E/m and Modern Needs.
Our weekly dose of eggpunk insanity comes courtesey of some mysterious Stockholm act, way too short but potent and catchy as fuck nonetheless. Friends of shit á la Nubot555, Egg Idiot, Prison Affair, Set-Top Box, Nuts and Pringue, among others, will surely approve of this.
