In a somewhat unexpected but, all things considered, perfectly sensible move, the Philadelphia group on the cutting edge of the still kinda vaguely defined and developing dungeon punk genre release their first full length effort on the well established, rather metal-leaning label Relapse Records. Thankfully this has precious little influence on their sound, aesthetics and production values, with their newest batch of songs even presenting the group at their grittiest and most Lo-Fi so far, their still absolutely singular, elaborate sonic constructs made up of post- and garage punk, noise rock, postcore, a very slight hint of Oi! and only the most ancient ingredients of proto- and old-oldschool metal remaining obscured by in a thick layer of tape hiss all the time. Yeah, the whole thing sounds glorious i gotta say!
Crawling out of the same brown puddle that previously spat out the wonders of Scab Breath we get two more raw and delightful clumps of garage punk, this time with more of an hardcore edge to it and a slight note of KBD muck. An attack on the senses just as straightforward as it's crude and shambolic - traits you might also find in recent acts á la Modern Needs, Liquids or Fried E/m.
Over the course of the past year or two, San Antonio, Texas group Sex Mex have proven to be a reliable bet with their knack for catchy garage-/synth punk and fuzz pop tunes. Their newest batch doesn't disappoint either, delivering a pop goodness highly indebted, among other things, to the more melodic end of the Reatard-related universe, Lost Sounds being the most obvious comparison here but also newer shit á la The Gobs, Witch Piss or Ghoulies wouldn't be too far off.
Along the way in eggpunk's unstoppable crawl towards world domination Istanbul, Turkey is the newest place to join the revolution! Goblin Daycare are dropping their own three cents in the basket with this exquisite batch of catchy as fuck garage- and synth punk smashers in a vein not entirely dissimilar to - and every bit as good as - powerhouse acts such as Nuts, Set-Top Box, Ghoulies or Slimex.
A simple as fuck garage punk attack by a swedish group delivering their septic showers with that certain added flavor of KBD-style scuzz. Another nice puddle of dirt for fans of the likes of early Sick Thoughts, Buck Biloxi, Bart and The Brats, Giorgio Murderer or Freakees to wallow in.
It's a new single by Melbourne supergroup Split System and i guess you all know what to expect by now - this thing delivers another two oldschool garage smashers with that decidedly australian kind of flavor to them, the kind that ain't fucking around much and cuts straight to the chase instead, in an equally simple and explosive fashion.
Coming off a series of neat EPs last year, Marmora, New Jersey garage group or, probably, solo artist Die TV returns with a new album presenting their tunes in an even more stripped-down, low-key manner at first glance, yet underneath the unassuming surface unfolds a spectacular fireworks of DIY creativity. While at some points you may still find the occasional speck of Spits or Stalins of Sound in there, Die TV's strummy, jangly blend of garage- and post punk with sprinkles of psychedelia comes into even sharper focus here, the minimalist production providing plenty of breathing room for the melancholy, sparkling guitar arrangements with more than a little hint of Desperate Bicycles in some places, Power Plant or Freak Genes in others, even a touch of Digital Leather in the muted pop vibes of Goner. Don't let first impressions fool you, this is quite potent and awesome shit from start to finish!
A surprisingly versatile batch of garage punk miniatures on this sweet little debut cassette by a group from… well, probably not way too far from Charlotte, North Carolina i guess. Mostly this shit can be located somewhere among the quirky DIY garage punk spectrum with similarities to stuff like Set-Top Box, Alien Nosejob, Satanic Togas, R.M.F.C, early Vaguess or Erik Nervous, a more lo-fi Split System… speaking of which, there's also quite a bit of melancholy aussie style garage energy á la Jackson Reid Briggs, Pist Idiots going on in Chik'n Dinner. Songs like Sweet 'n Stout and Free Meat dabble in hardcore to varying degrees and the closing track Gallop!! has early Minutemen goin' full cowpunk!
A healthy burst of pulsating, albeit fairly conventional garage punk, this newest EP by Carlisle, England dude AdamR. What it lacks in originality, it makes up for with sheer force and its super solid, adept song construction though. Add to this a slight Lo-Fi bent and the result is another fine treat for fans of shit similar to, say, Sauna Youth, Clamm, Ex-Cult, Gluer, Mitraille, Shitty Life or Dadar.
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.