The Misanthropes - The Misanthropes

Bril­liant new shit from folks who've pre­vi­ous­ly been play­ing, among oth­ers, in Melbourne's in­fa­mous­ly abra­sive post punk act Sew­ers as well as the some­what more ac­ces­si­ble, in­die rock-lean­ing out­fit Love Of Di­a­grams. What we get here is once again pret­ty much off the beat­en path, a heav­i­ly folk-in­fused melange in which the amer­i­cana-drenched punk of, say, Angst col­lides with some 80s Sci­en­tists, a hint of british psy­che­delia and plen­ty of pais­ley un­der­ground jan­gle­ness - a deep melan­cho­lia, at times a lit­tle rem­i­nis­cent of Brisbane's Kitchen's Floor find­ing its out­let in nonethe­less catchy-as-fuck melodies, em­bed­ded in­to a kin­da fuzzy, neb­u­lous sound­scape. Oth­er times, the melod­ic post punk of The Es­tranged comes to mind or the re­laxed psy­che­del­ic garage- and pow­er pop of White Fence, The Cairo Gang. Oth­er plau­si­ble ref­er­ences in­clude more or less re­cent groups á la Damak, ear­li­er Chronophage, Dead Finks, Refedex and The Molds.

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Motorbike - Motorbike

On this record, every new song kin­da re­minds me of a dif­fer­ent bunch of groups which is great re­al­ly, many of those be­ing aus­tralian which is al­so rarely a bad sign! The open­ing track, for ex­am­ple con­tains echoes of The Es­tranged, Red Dons, Xe­tas, Civic, a touch of Saints and Bird­man. True Method has the sleazy rockin' qual­i­ties of Gold­en Pel­i­cans and some­thing else i can't re­al­ly put my fin­ger on right now. Throt­tle has some dumb straight-ahead Feed­time en­er­gy to it and the sub­se­quent stretch of songs then has straight­for­ward garage punk á la Ex-Cult, Sauna Youth blend­ing in­to more melod­ic garage and pow­er pop shit á la Ra­dioac­tic­i­ty, Bad Sports, Mind Spi­ders, Bed Wet­tin' Bad Boys. Po­ten­tial to Ride shares a sim­i­lar vibe with psy­che­del­i­cal­ly in­clined post punk acts á la Pub­lic Eye, Waste Man or Mar­bled Eye. Fi­nal­ly, the two clos­ing tracks re­mind me of the sim­ple, undi­lut­ed im­pact of aus­tralian pow­er­hous­es Split Sys­tem, Po­lute, Jack­son Reid Brig­gs and the Heaters. All of this is ground­ed in un­fail­ing, con­fi­dent songcraft and com­pact­ed in­to an in­cred­i­bly tight, cer­ti­fied all-killer LP.

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Hellco - Hellco

A sim­ply de­light­ful de­but LP by this Philadel­phia group, brought to us via lo­cal la­bel SRA Records. I wan­na de­scribe this shit as a mixed bag in the best sense pos­si­ble, an ec­cen­tric repos­i­to­ry of slight­ly cow­punk-in­fused art punk hov­er­ing some­where be­tween garage- and noise-heavy hard­core shit with a cer­tain KBD-ex­ten­sion some­what rem­i­nis­cent of ear­ly Elec­tric Chair plus a touch of Soup­cans on one hand, and then on the oth­er, there are some ubiq­ui­tous echoes to be found of old acts on the in­ter­sec­tion of '80s noise rock and pro­to-grunge like, say, U-Men, Scratch Acid, Vol­cano Suns, But­t­hole Surfers, Min­ute­men, Sac­cha­rine Trust, Feed­time and very ear­ly Meat Pup­pets, just to name a cou­ple of the most ob­vi­ous ref­er­ences.

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Tropicana - Eight Minutes

The de­but EP of this New York group fre­quent­ly con­jures up a melan­choly vibe not quite un­like what we've heard on the re­cent Shop Talk EP, backed by sim­i­lar­ly flaw­less songcraft. This stuff has a more pro­nounced post punk feel to it though, bring­ing to mind - aside from the in­evitable Wipers com­par­isons - the likes of ear­ly The Es­tranged, Ner­vosas, or Piss Test.

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Beer - Beer I

For our week­ly dose of egg-re­lat­ed brain­fuck, some dude or group from Charleston, South Car­oli­na is vol­un­teer­ing and they've brought beer with them, nice! Though not ex­act­ly rein­vent­ing the wheel here, this is an­oth­er rock sol­id new pack­age of quirky funky lo-fi garage pop good­ness that fans of shit á la Prison Af­fair, Set-Top Box, Nuts, Eu­gh or Pringue are guar­an­teed to have a mas­sive ball with.

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Society - Social Flies

Port­land la­bel Spared Flesh Records has es­tab­lished it­self as a re­al trea­sure chest of quirky, un­con­ven­tion­al garage- and post punk good­ness over the course of just over two years and the newest cas­sette is no ex­cep­tion. So­ci­ety is a so­lo project of Sims Hardin who you might have al­so heard as part of Philadel­phia groups Mesh and Toe Ring. Hav­ing al­ready made a great im­pres­sion with last year's All Flies Go To Hell EP, the sec­ond one seam­less­ly con­tin­ues the scrap­py charm of his sound hov­er­ing some­where in­be­tween the strange worlds of '80s cas­sette cul­ture and oth­er ar­ti­facts on the fringes of garage-, pro­to-, post- and art punk. Think of a fu­sion of Mod­ern Lovers, ear­ly Mekons, The Fall and Des­per­ate Bi­cy­cles and you're rough­ly on the right track. Or you might com­pare them to more re­cent groups like the rus­tic jams of Hon­ey Radar, Far Cor­ners, Germ House and ear­li­er Woolen Men, the pro­to-meets-post-punk ex­per­i­ments of Shark Toys and NY's Peace de Ré­sis­tance.

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Priors - Daffodil

Mon­tre­al garage punks Pri­ors fol­low up their rather play­ful re­cent NEWNEWNEW EP with yet an­oth­er smash­er of a mi­ni-LP, of­ten tak­ing their sound in­to kin­da un­ex­pect­ed ter­ri­to­ry in what is hands down their most ver­sa­tile re­lease so far. Right out of the gate you can sense a cer­tain quirky vibe call­ing to mind the likes of Andy Hu­man and the Rep­toids, Nick Nor­mal, Erik Ner­vous and the Be­ta Block­ers while in oth­er mo­ments, you might find some echoes of, say, Vaguess, Pro­to Id­iot, Freak Genes, ear­ly Teenanger, Mind Spi­ders or Sauna Youth… and let's not for­get Son­ic Av­enues as an­oth­er help­ful ref­er­ence, of whom at least two mem­bers are tak­ing part here as well.

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Clarko - Welcome To Clarko

It took a cou­ple years to ma­te­ri­al­ize but here it fi­nal­ly is, the first LP by some dude of un­clear where­abouts who pre­vi­ous­ly sparked our cu­rios­i­ty with a kick­ass 7" al­so on Iron Lung Records in 2019. The full length de­but is every­thing you could have hoped for in a new batch of kin­da De­vo-fied, whim­si­cal, de­li­cious­ly in­sane garage-/synth-/eg­g­punk mal­func­tions, spic­ing things up with a slight touch of Tele­vi­sion gui­tar leads and so­los added to an over­all mix­ture whose rough pa­ra­me­ters al­so kin­da re­flect a bunch of more re­cent phe­nom­e­na vague­ly in the Snoop­er, Use­less Eaters, Alien Nose­job, Set-Top Box, Mononeg­a­tives or R.M.F.C. ball­park.

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Stuck - Freak Frequency

For some rea­son i had my doubts about this record be­fore­hand (dun­no… might have been down to the some­what slick pro­duc­tion? In­tel­li­gi­ble lyrics, urgh!) but now lis­ten­ing to the whole thing, i got­ta say it turns out to be pret­ty fuck­ing awe­some shit once again, even in­cre­men­tal­ly im­prov­ing on the al­ready im­pres­sive qual­i­ty stan­dard of the Chica­go group's pre­vi­ous re­leas­es in a flaw­less batch of smart and elab­o­rate post­core tunes, which at cer­tain points might draw com­par­isons to groups like Bat­piss, Meat Wave, Bench Press, Bloody Gears, ear­li­er stuff by the likes of Tu­nic, Pile and USA Nails, an­gu­lar post punk acts like Lithics, Pill or Mar­bled Eye as well as oc­ca­sion­al flash­es of, say… Jaw­box, Smart Went Crazy, Q and not U and mid-'90s Fugazi. What more could i ask for, re­al­ly?

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Glaas - Cruel Heart, Cold Summer

Re­peat­ed­ly the Berlin group fea­tur­ing mem­bers of, among oth­ers, Use­less Eaters, Id­io­ta Civl­iz­zat­to, Ex­it Group und Clock Of Time de­liv­ers the goods of elab­o­rate­ly con­struct­ed, slight­ly deathrock-in­fused post punk grooves, with Clock Of Time be­ing the most ob­vi­ous com­par­i­son among the groups men­tioned as these folks do in­deed play some vari­ant of what i can't help but clas­si­fy as quite tra­di­tion­al Berlin school of the past decade-plus, scratch­ing a sim­i­lar itch to bands like Pi­geon, Li­iek, Diät, Pret­ty Hurts… Not that i'd con­sid­er that to be a bad thing at all. Quite the con­trary - af­ter all, "Berlin sound" wouldn't be a thing re­al­ly if it hadn't been built up over the years to em­body such a con­sis­tent lega­cy of im­pec­ca­ble qual­i­ty re­leas­es.

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