Opsec - Affordable Death

Like a smelly pud­dle of pure hard- and noisec­ore dis­gust, this neat lit­tle tape by New York group Opsec has kind of an ex­ten­sive Flip­per- and No Trend feel to it just as well as bits and pieces of more re­cent phe­nom­e­na like Soup­cans, C-Krit, Stink­hole, Cri­sis Man, Black But­ton or Mys­tic Inane.

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Klint & Orrendo Subotnik - Split

Synth punk mae­stro Klint doesn't need an in­tro­duc­tion here at this point, i guess. His half of this awe­some split cas­sette gives us an­oth­er three ar­ti­facts skimmed off the top of that bot­tom­less pit of pure cre­ativ­i­ty that dude seems to mag­i­cal­ly con­jure up as soon as some­one al­lows him to plug a ca­ble in­to any­thing.
Or­ren­do Sub­ot­nik from Pisa, Italy then craft a very dif­fer­ent, yet no less ex­cit­ing sound­scape. Hav­ing sent some shock­waves al­ready with their ul­tra-rough sec­ond tape last year, their sound comes in­to much sharp­er fo­cus here. A weird mix­ture that is, charg­ing up the noise pop and fuzz punk of acts like ear­ly No Age, Male Bond­ing or Tiger! Shit! Tiger! Tiger!, noisy and dark­ly melod­ic post punk á la Die! Die! Die!, Piles or Times Beach, with a de­cid­ed­ly hard-/post­core kind of en­er­gy and a sense of widescreen dra­ma you might ex­pect of Low­er or ear­ly Iceage… among tons of oth­er stuff i've yet to un­pack.

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Punter - Punter

Punter came up with an ex­cel­lent de­mo in 2020. Their new EP on Drunk­en Sailor Records el­e­vates their sound to a whole dif­fer­ent lev­el though, com­bin­ing the strengths of "heavy" met­al- and hard rock-in­fused garage acts á la Po­lute, Cheap Heat, Ce­ment Shoes or Stiff Richards, the hard rockin' hard­core at­tack of, say, Cut­ters and Cü­lo, post­core of the Doll­house, Acrylics, Flea Col­lar va­ri­ety and all the dra­ma, rage and melan­choly of Pist Id­iots, Jack­son Reid Brig­gs & The Heaters.

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Objections - BSA Day /​ Better Luck Next Time

A beau­ti­ful­ly out-of-fash­ion 7" by a Leeds group cre­at­ing a sound lo­cat­ed amidst the rough co­or­di­nates of math rock, post­core and noise rock, ob­vi­ous­ly pay­ing trubute pri­mar­i­ly to the 90s-to-2000s era of Dischord Records and in par­tic­u­lar to groups of the Jaw­box, Au­to­clave, Hoover, Lung­fish, Q and not U va­ri­ety.

Kudzu - Kudzu

This Greenville, South Car­oli­na group kicks up an ex­cel­lent rack­et lo­cat­ed somwhere in­be­tween the gears of garage punk, post punk and post­core bear­ing some sim­i­lar­i­tiy to more re­cent stuff á la Big Bop­per, Mys­tic Inane, Doll­house, Cutie, Wymyns Prysyn, Cri­sis Man… just as much as to clas­sic pieces by the likes of Dri­ve Like Je­hu, Hot Snakes, Na­tion Of Ulysses, Rites of Spring or Gray Mat­ter.

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Black Button - Rejoice

Hav­ing made some­what of a splash with their un­pre­dictable 2019 de­mo and a more con­venti­nal­ly hard­core-lean­ing EP in 2021, the Rich­mond, Vir­ginia group is shak­ing things up once again with their first full-length ef­fort, sig­nif­i­cant­ly slow­ing things down and seem­ing­ly tak­ing plen­ty of cues from left-field 80s acts on the ex­per­i­men­tal in­ter­sec­tion of hard­core punk and (proto-)noise rock in the vein of, among oth­ers, Flip­per, No Trend, Spike in Vain or Bro­ken Tal­ent, while al­so not en­tire­ly dis­sim­i­lar to more re­cent groups like Soup­cans, Vul­ture Shit, C-Krit or Stink­hole.

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Sex Hater /​ Clinic /​ pH People /​ Alien Birth

Just an­oth­er quick roundup of nois­es and dis­tur­bances out of the ex­tend­ed hard­core or­bit. Start­ing off the batch with Sex Hater of Kansas City, who will sure­ly please ad­mir­ers of chaot­ic and down­right filthy hard­core shit in a sim­i­lar vein to groups á la To­tal Sham, Fried E/​m or Launch­er.

Speak­ing of filth, Clin­ic from Fres­no, Cal­i­for­nia di­al that cer­tain as­pect even fur­ther - their lat­est EP feel­ing like one sin­gle murky pud­dle of prim­i­tive anger and deep de­spair, not en­tire­ly dis­sim­i­lar in some places to the ear­ly Beast Fiend EPs.

pH Peo­ple, a group of un­known ori­gin, then slow the tem­po down con­sid­ery­bly while by no means lack­ing en­er­gy - their tape on Ur­ticaria Records is a po­tent mix­ture from the fringes of har­core punk and (pro­to-) noise rock with clear echoes of most­ly old­er stuff á la Flip­per, Spike In Vain, Nox­ious Fumes or Bro­ken Tal­ent.

And last­ly, there's one for the dun­geon dwellers among us in the form of Philadelphia's Alien Birth who de­liv­er an old­school met­al-in­fest­ed beast kin­da like a mix be­tween a more prim­i­tive Poi­son Ruïn and Gold­en Pel­i­cans go­ing all in on their sleaze rock lean­ings.

Trigger Cut - Soot

Back from the lit­er­al ash­es of a cer­tain prac­tice space apoc­a­lypse, noise rock­ers Trig­ger Cut re­turn as strong and vi­tal as ever with their newest LP which sees the group in­creas­ing­ly carv­ing out their own lit­tle place in­side their genre while skill­ful­ly pay­ing hom­mage to nu­mer­ous clas­sics all the while - think of shit like Bas­tro, Dis­tort­ed Pony, any­thing Al­bi­ni-re­lat­ed… al­so some re­al sur­pris­es here, like the open­er Wa­ter Fukkery, hav­ing a melod­ic old­school emo-/post­core vibe to it rem­i­nis­cent of clas­sic acts in the vicin­i­ty of Dri­ve Like Je­hu, Au­to­clave, Quick­sand or Jaw­box. With­out ques­tion this is their most di­verse, in­ven­tive and play­ful record to date.

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11 PM Records' latest Batch (Rolex /​ Phantom /​ Z-Pak)

Just a quck hint here about three ex­cel­lent new tapes cour­te­sey of the ever-re­li­able 11 PM Records. The post-/math-/weird­core pow­er­house Rolex doesn't need any in­tro­duc­tion, i think, de­liv­er­ing a snap­py three-and-a-half min­utes long fire­works of eleb­o­rate, hy­per­ac­tice and chaot­ic post­core. Phan­tom then rep­re­sent some­thing of an op­po­site to that with old­school hard­core punk of the most pri­mal and un­ruly kind. Z-Pak, last but not least, ap­pear to to com­bine the qual­i­ties of both afore­men­tioned acts. What's not to love about that?

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Hammered Hulls - Careening

The Wash­ing­ton group's full length de­but is cer­tain­ly the most Dischord-sound­ing new Dischord re­lease i've heard in years, lib­er­al­ly but skill­ful­ly plun­der­ing its way through four­ty years of post­core lega­cy like a won­der­ful anachro­nism. That makes an old fart like me brim with joy and giv­en the par­tic­i­pants in­volved here - all of them hav­ing had their part in shap­ing the afore­men­tioned lega­cy - i'm not at all sur­prised by the strength of this al­bum.

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