Heavily retro-leaning post punk, made in Berlin and sounding exactly like you’d come to expect by that fact. You might recognize a familiar voice grumbling about here, the dude having done a similar thing with his other band Maske, although the overall vibe here is even a notch more gritty, sometimes having a slightly Wipers-esque quality and, at other points, a touch of S.Y.P.H. as well as more recent phenomena like Aus, Hyäne, Die Wärme or Peter Muffin und die Heilsarmee. In other words: This might have come out sometime around ’81 just as well. There’s a couple of underwhelming filler tracks on here – forgivable and totally made up for by the undeniable highlights of this album. Just don’t try another attempt at funk next time, okay?
Fuck, that shit smells… but in a good way. After their mildly disturbing one-and-a-half tapes on Impotent Fetus we finally get their first “full” length cassette from Tetryon Tapes and once again this is some joy to behold. Ultra-septic hard- and noisecore vaguely reminiscent of present-day acts like Soupcans, Stinkhole or Vulture shit but also of old pioneers of the Flipper, No Trend, Broken Talent variety. There was a time when, as a kid, folks from my church told me that listening to evil rock’n’roll music might give you a demon infestation (thankfully, the fearmongering didn’t work for long…). I don’t know what listening to C-Krit is gonna leave you with but its side effects include violent sarcasm, diarrhea and not giving a shit.
Here we have another kickass, kinda oldschool australian garage punk artifact conjured up by some folks who unquestionably know their craft. On vocal duties we got none other than the great Jackson Reid Briggs who, free of the temptations of guitars and pedals and shit, sounds kinda revitalized here, unleashing a more nuanced performance than what we’ve been used to, while the rest of the line-up does by no means consist of unknown faces either, boasting members of Stiff Richards and Speed Week, among others. Captivating through simple but well-balanced songcraft and an unstoppable drive, this shit sounds instantly familiar yet comes across playful and versatile enough to clearly differentiate these songs from any of the aforementioned groups.
A veritable gut punch, the debut tape of this St. Louis, Missouri group. Hardcore punk with elaborate & flexible anything-goes song structures, at times catchy and melodic, in other parts showing a gloomy post punk / death rock undercurrent and also there’s some of that oh-so-fashionable (don’t get me wrong, i totally love that) garage edge to it. You might be reminded of hardcore-era Hüsker Dü at some points, as well as recent hard- and postcore stuff such as Nopes, Pink Guitars, Cement Shoes or the colorful yet nightmarish hardcore psychedelia of Murderer.
