Oslo group Molbo sure have made some waves recently with their two cassettes in 2023/’24 which got a huge boost when they got reissued together on vinyl earlier this year via Erste Theke Tonträger. Their overall sound hasn’t changed considerably since then but nonetheless there’s plenty of refinement evident here, consolidating their style into a more robust and consistent whole while once again weaving threads of garage-, post- and egg punk, death rock and dungeon punk into a pretty fucking inventive and gloriously deformed genre bastard, fortifying and defending their own little niche in the contemporary egg/dungeon canon.
Their newest EP is hands-down the strongest effort so far of this Indianapolis group, who seemingly have left behind the more straightforward rockin’ sounds of previous releases and dialed down the energy level considerably for a comparatively relaxed style of garage rock taking many cues from Paisley Underground-ish jangle pop and british psychedelia. And what can i say, they have carefully crafted the tunes to prove they mean business and aren’t fucking around here. It’s a consistently classy treat of laid-back psychedelic pop that’s catchy as fuck without ever running the risk of becoming too saccharine, a bit like a mixture of, say, Good Flying Birds and White Fence, or maybe also an even calmer version of recent power pop goodness á la Shrapnel and Dumbells.
What kind of a lame week would this be without some new eggpunk release? This Indianapolis group has us covered, playing a rather basic but nonetheless fun and rock-solid variant of the genre, finding their own sweet spot somewhere inbetween the likes of early Prison Affair, Deebeat Ramone, Beta Máximo, Midgee, Goblin Daycare and Winky Frown. Shit just works, no complaints here.
Ratonera Humana Subnormal Bart And The Brats Pigeonholed Horns Soon Public House Twist The Knife Beer Pine Barrens Snarewaves ABV Socke Wien oder Berlin Gerber and the Babies Paranoia Snooper In The Dark Negative Outlook Nausea, Spilling Through My Veins Chemical Bank New American Dark Age/Everything Is Hate The Bad Plug Moon Flower Fields 20 Minutes Drop the Bomb Krul A Body Worst Intentions Association Necron 9 Not Me SSIK Inferior Health Nourishment Warm And Rotting
Tracklist
Cringe Fantasy Pop Music Ruined My Life Mr. Piss Knife Fight Trigger Cut Crash Crew Fugitive Bubble Ego Drip Jacket Burner Nothin’ To Me Teo Wise Colpo in Canna Dirty Fences Running Again Steroid Rotting In The Prison Power Pants I Wanna Be More Mr. Pescado Wet Books Dauber Metal Rectangle Flèches Effacé.e Par La Foule Window Phase Guy Ferrari Dad Joke Dad Joke Slick Lake Day
Finally! Here it is, the first longplayer of Sydney’s Gordo Blackers a.k.a. Steröid who’s previously also had a hand in groups like Draggs and Gee Tee among others. A good three years after their debut EP blew a brand new hole into the castle walls of lo-fi egg- and dungeon punk, their sound remains a completely singular and yet strikingly simple affair, mixing the quirky fun of garage- and eggpunk with the catchy hooks and riffing of early eighties metal and arena rock. The result is a potent and intoxicating concoction so addictive it shouldn’t be legal really. As usual with anything even remotely metal-related, i’m kinda ill-equipped to make any specific assumptions about musical roots and influences at least on the metal side of things, so i’m gonna stay in my lane here and just say that these tunes fuckin’ rip without exception and the second half of this record is a welcome change of pace after the more straightforward, breathless hit marathon of side a, when the stylistic parameters become a good bit more varied, elaborate and adventurous, all of which is presented here in an ultra-dry no-frills mid-fi recording aesthetic that clears and tightens things up considerably compared to the earlier EP without watering anything down. Yup, that shit sounds absolutely fucking perfect if you ask me!
This group from Olympia, Washington has always been an exquisite thrill ride with their two previous EPs and an LP, all of which came out via the reliably excellent cassette label Impotent Fetus. Following a vinyl reissue of said LP via Sorry State Records, that very same label now presents us with their second album and as expected, their hyperactive mix of art- and garage punk, hard- and postcore is yet another delightfully overwhelming assault on the senses equally unpredictable, smart and elaborate, somewhat reminiscent of old left-field hardcore acts like Tragic Mulatto (most strikingly in Failed Experiment), Really Red and Saccharine Trust on one hand but just as related to more recent phenomena like Mystic Inane, Warm Bodies, Launcher, Vexx, Rolex, Cucuy or Big Bopper.
This Evesham, New Jersey Group has already racked up a substantial bandcamp discography but damn, is this new LP a massive jump in quality! On it, they craft a wall of catchy noise pop and fuzz punk inbetween the worlds 2000s-’10s noise pop and indie rock acts á la Milk Music, Male Bonding, No Age on one hand and golden-era ’80s Dinosaur Jr. on the other, though with the particular distinction that every single tune on here seems inspired by Lou Barlow’s desperate growls and screams in that brutal closing track of the Bug LP, Don’t, rather than the introverted nasal voice of J Mascis. Also, there’s a some oldschool My Bloody Valentine action going on in Boy Christening and Mark Prindle has a bit of The Wedding Present being sent into noisy blown-out post punk hellscape.
