Swedish label Push My Buttons brings us the full length debut of this swiss group, which also presents their strongest set of tunes so far and their sonic vision at its most realized. That means: a deviously catchy dopamine rush of glitzy wave-ish synth- and garage punk smashers - exquisite sugary goodness echoing the likes of Wristwatch, Digital Leather, Sex Mex, Teledrome, Powerplant, The Gobs, Shrinkwrap Killers, Stalins Of Sound and Videodrome.
This Oshkosh, Wisconsin group is cooking up a variety of inventive and adaptive anochronisms roughly in the realms post punk and postcore, garage punk and classic '90s indie rock, coming off as refreshingly out-of-place and -touch in today's landscape. Some '90s Dischord-meets-Touch and Go feel is going on in tracks such as Phthalate Mates and the groovy psychedelic closing epos Clumsy Ascetic. A hint of Protomartyr in Locks Fasten, psychedelic flourishes in The Delivery and hints of Swervedriver in songs like Radio Static. Further, at different points, you might be reminded of recent post punk/-core acts like Batpiss, Stuck and Bench Press, groups on the intersection of garage- and post punk like Tyvek, Parquet Courts or Flat Worms in addition to groups on the more melodic and jangly edges of post- and art punk á la Gotobeds, Sleepies, Tape/Off and Shark Toys.
This Sydney group has never disappointed and neither do they on their newest top-secret EP, so secret in fact, that even the song titles shall remain a mystery for the time being. What i can tell you though is that this thing once again fucking slams - another perfect run of lo-fi power pop, garage-, fuzz- and eggpunk. Just don't tell anyone, okay?
Feel It Records (along with Urticaria Records and Future Shock Recordings who are releasing this thing on cassette) brings us yet another strong post punk record with this Cincinnati group's debut LP which, while mostly treading on fairly familiar ground for longtime observers of this space, has also plenty of variety and the well-crafted songs to make it stick. An absolute no-brainer for fans of VHS, Criminal Code, Pyrex, Rank/Xerox, Schedule 1, Sievehead or Marbled Eye.
This group's second cassette on Impotent Fetus or Down South Tapes or whatever it's called this week, considerably one-ups their previous one in terms of undiluted fury while carrying across all the traits we've come to expect from that label's output - rough and grimy as fuck yet unexpectedly catchy at the same time. A perfect storm of garage- and KBD-infested hardcore primitivism.
A good four years after an insanely enjoyable debut LP of this Berlin group, we finally get another taste of the same, fairly quirky yet expertly propelled synth-, garage- and post punk goodness sure to delight admirers of stuff in the vein of, say, Belly Jelly, Puff, Dummy, Ausmuteants, Quitter, Liquid Lunch, Ghoulies, Diode or Spotting.
Stunning shit as is usually the case with anything featuring Josh Feigert of Atlanta groups such as Uniform, Wymyns Prysyn and, most recently, Glittering Insects. Once again, this record is drenched in that same unmistakable trademark melancholia spread out onto an epic widescreen canvas, which is also at the core of the aforementioned groups. A familiar vibe for sure but there's plenty of room for surprises and unexpected flourishes here as well, like some uncharacteristic flashes of melodicism in songs such as Skyless Bells and Earthtone.
You know what to expect by now! Satanic Togas never fail to amaze with their catchy, compact garage punk smashers. If Gee Tee is kind of the flower child among Ishka Edmeades numerous groups and projects, Satanic Togas kinda represent the sleazy and hard rocking counterbalance to that fluffy powerpop innocense, delivering a bottomless wealth of catchy hooks and tunes all the same.
Five minutes of delightful noises and structured chaos crammed into dense little tunes by an israeli group. Equally punishing, quirky and eclectic shit right in the sweet spot overlapping post punk, noise rock and garage punk - a freewheeling anything-goes spirit reminding me of a bunch of groups such as Big Bopper, Brandy, Patti, Reality Group or Cutie.
This philadelphia group has hammered into existence an unwashed bastard of a debut EP - a sound on the intersections of garage-, KBD- and oldschool hardcore punk, presented in a delicious Lo-Fi aesthetic in a fashion similar to anything from the Deluxe Bias or Impotent Fetus catalogues. Think something along the lines of Exxon, Motor Corp, Everyone Is Alone Sometimes, The Vortex, Modern Needs, Fugitive Bubble, Insane Urge, Fried E/m or Septic Yanks.
