Yet another postcore LP by yet another UK group, this time of the more conventional yet thoroughly convincing variety. Think of a mix of old guard staples like Jawbox, Drive Like Jehu, Hot Snakes... while of the new school, Bench Press, Stuck or USA Nails might come come to mind.
Having only released one 7" before, the maturity of this Dublin group's debut album is quite stunning - nothing less than a fully realized, versatile and inventive take on Noise Rock, Postcore and Math Rock clearly taking some cues from classic 90's and early 00's acts like Unwound, Bastro, Chavez, Frodus, some early Shellac, while still standing on its own two feet. In the current genre landscape, Multicult might also be a somewhat useful comparison.
It's quite fitting that the first-ever 12" record on US garage überlabel Total Punk starts with a thumping groove reminiscent of ISS, whose most recent EP might have been the last 7" ever to be released on that label - the transition into a new Total Punk era couldn't feel any smoother really, reassuring us that despite a change in format, the label's spirit is still the same, is alive and well. Grown up a bit, maybe. New York garage noise group Brandy sound their most compact and forceful on their sophomore LP after having cut their teeth already on a rough and brilliant debut album and on another 7" - guess on what label that one came out... More ever before you can feel some distinct Feedtime influence, while in their most abstract moments there's some kind of a Spray Paint vibe going on. But even more than that, i'm reminded of contemporary post punk acts Knowso and NAG, both of whom had released records on Total Punk in the past - just amazing how things come full circle here.
Another release courtesy of Satan. Thanx a lot Satan, we're all big fans of your work over here at 12XU. The newest longplayer on Sydney's exquisite Warttman Label along with italian powerhouse Goodbye Boozy amazes with another fun, fast-paced twenty minutes of oddball garage- and synth punk that has quite a lot in common with other Warttman acts á la Research Reactor Corp., Dot.com, Set-Top Box. Other than that, comparisons to early Useless Eaters or Ausmuteants don't seem too far fetched either.
Cells - Urban Mutants Medley Google - Mental Castration A.I. - Ropy CTRL Group - G.I.G.O. Sabré - Complications Final War - Useless Sacrifice Tower 7 - (Ftp) Hollow Veins Fucking - Waterboard Holy War - Violent Thirst Kobra - No Futuro Sial - Tari Pemusnah Kuasa Cutters - Robo Debt Blues Gimmick - Carton of Stoges C.H.E.W. - Noise Square Poison Ruïn - Fog of War Cool Jerks - The Butcher's Apron Oily Boys - Heat Harmony
Side B
Tracklist:
Cement Shoes - Smashed On Glass Ohmns - Tommy Knockers Future - Draw To A Close Zenomorph - Whiteboard Science Man feat. Nervous Tick - Load-Bearing Cardboard Sylvie S - Song 2 Kitchen People - Hunger Pains Liquids - 11 AM TJ Cabot & Thee Artificial Rejects - What's In It Liquid Assets - Stain Paranoise - Influenza Influencer Hamer - All The Time Blood Bags - Get in, Get Out Impotentie - Stille Rebellen Maske - Versoffene Träume
Here's some ultra-simplistic, drum machine driven garage punk shit by a Copenhagen duo, catering only to our most animalistic instincts. Style-wise this falls somewhere in the neighborhood of Buck Biloxi and the Fucks, S.B.F. and Dr. Mix & The Remix - just imagine even further dumbed down versions of each. Absolutely perfect, i love it.
Another extended play by these Vancouver punks. You know what to expect, they know how to deliver. Six flawless eruptions of oldschool-ish, garage-doped no-frills hardcore punk.
After releasing a true shitload of EPs over the past few years and their sound showing a steady increase in maturity, it's really no surprise that their debut album comes across as the most accomplished batch of songs by this London group yet, their very own formula made up of post punk, noise rock and postcore elements fine-tuned and engineered into a smoothly running, high precision machine while still occasionaly expanding their musical vocabulary - like some Wire-meet-Big Black-isms in Set Up To Fail for example or the bleak doomscapes á la early Uniform in Human Frailty.
Another tasty EP by this River Falls, Wisconsin electro punk/-noise duo, on which they once again sound a bit like Big Black going full electro, then joining forces with Primitive Calculators, armed with power tools instead of guitars.
Well... i like to discourage folks from mailing me physical copies of stuff for good reason, since in most cases all this amounts to is a tremendous waste of money and natural resources while digital files are way easier to dispose of. However, these seven inches of black PVC arriving at my doorstep from a duo based not that far away from... said doorstep, has quite a bit of unexpected class - propulsive synth punk in a manner you might currently associate with the likes of Le Prince Harry, Clarko, Powerplant or R. Clown, while those english lyrics straight from the Klaus Meine bargain bin just add to its kinda cute & campy DIY charme.