Qual­i­ty shit from Phan­tom Records once again. The cul­prits, this time, are yet an­oth­er Berlin group play­ing a breed of post punk (re­al­ly, who'd have guessed.…) which proud­ly wears its ori­gins on its sleeves yet man­ages to put an in­ven­tive and play­ful spin on every sin­gle track. Funky but thank­ful­ly not too pol­ished, there's al­so a promi­nent surf rock vibe at play here ric­o­chet­ing through their arrange­ments like a steel rod will­ful­ly thrown in­to the spokes, al­ways mak­ing for some de­light­ful stunts and ma­neu­vers. Some­times we al­so get a touch of rock­a­bil­ly as put through a Gun Club-meet-The Fall meat­grinder. My per­son­al fave here is a lit­tle banger called Anger­man which per­fect­ly ap­plies the car­rot-and-stick ap­proach in its jux­ta­po­si­tion of dis­so­nant noise and melod­i­cism.