It's been over six years since we've last heard from this Bloomington, Indiana group which by now must be considered a highly influential force on the current garage-, synth- and eggpunk scene while in the meantime, members of the group have pumped their creative juices into acts like Belly Jelly, QQQL, Dummy and Big Hog. Now that they finally break the deafening silence, i gotta say this shit works better than ever in what must be the strongest set of tunes they've delivered so far. Just a tiny bit less weird and cluttered than on their previous efforts with more grounded, catchy and melodic song foundations and echoes of the likes of Tyvek, Marked Men and Lost Sounds, this is a strikingly mature work with all the hallmarks of a band that took a long break to branch out creatively in other projects, now reconvening to apply everything they've learned along the way with sleepwalking precision to an effortlessly wrecking result.
Insanely engaging garage shit from a Detroit group via the reliable local cassette forgery Painters Tapes, covering an admirable stylistic bandwidth that successfully combines many traits of quirky and elaborate garage punk groups á la Uranium Club, R.M.F.C., Erik Nervous, Satanic Togas, Exwhite and Dumb, the DIY post punk/garage-hybrids of Shark Toys and many flashes of contemporary eggpunk like Prison Affair, Clarko, Snooper, Beer, Winky Frown, Завірюга, Midgee, Gobs and Goblin Daycare. There's no room for boredom here as you can never know what's gonna lurk behind the next corner of this freakisch little tape.
This new LP by some Elkhart, Indiana dude sees a strikingly simple and time-honored formula getting fucked up to absolute perfection, taking on a sound inbetween the worlds of garage- and hardcore punk, some KBD-leaning eccentricities and a hint of synth-/electro punk in Vacant, succeeding simply by way of overloading our senses with a thick layer of blown-out noise and fuzz. Having a number of high-octane instances of timeless catchy punk excellence like Not A Toy to rely on sure doesn't hurt either, making for twenty glorious minutes of slightly Lumpy & The Dumpers-esque fuckery which, of more recent years, has also some kinship to groups like Small Portions, Yacht Fire, Dick Hick, Power Shovel and Delta 8.
Spanish eggpunks Huevo have been on my radar for a bit already but it's only with this new compilation LP featuring all of their previous work in a re-sequenced order and often wildly superior, tighter mixes, that i finally come to fully appreciate the strengths of this group, putting their very own spin on well-established eggpunk tropes that has quite a bit more of an energetic and raw edge than your average release in that sphere, with tracks like Todo Asqueroso having a propulsive force to them that you'd rather expect from not at all egg-ish punk acts like Piss Test, Dollhouse and Easers.
An excellent second EP from this San Leandro, California group blasting a surprisingly catchy and compact mixture of Post Punk and Postcore that on one hand appears to be looking back at noisy, left-field eighties punk acts like Flipper, Really Red and early Saccharine Trust, but also kinda fits in with contemporary stuff like The Unfit, Hood Rats and Lackey, while their vocalist channels his inner Jello Biafra, particularly in his sarcasm, choice of themes and approach at delivering subversive stories. Oh, and both of 'em have a deep appreciation of landlords!
