Chain Cult – What We Leave Behind
Harm Reduction releases September 27th via La Vida Es Un Mus Discos.
Gonk – Big Pig
Last Quokka – Cost Of Living
Verspannungskassette #80 (C-60)
Tracklist
Dadgad The Air Looks Crispy
Power Pants Boycott
Billiam Hydraulic Press
Media Puzzle Crime Thrills
Slugs Southern Dog
Raya Compañero
The Gobs Hologram Dame
Kitchen People Control
Big Baby Tomb In Mind
Thyroids Don’t Ask, Dumbass
Easers Peaked Species
H8 Mile Go Out
Franky and the Slight Incline Second Prize
Cardi O. The Night is Here
The MFC Nightmare Baby
Citric Dummies Driving a Piece of Shit
鏡 Kagami Bear the Guilt
Parliament Ruins Victimless Crime
Wasted Age Dead End World
Human Trophy Devotion
Poison Ruïn Execute
Tracklist
Winky Frown Legs
¡Miau! El Diablo A Bajo Precio
Osees Cochon D’argent
Rixe Tir Groupé
Blitzer Smug Face
Hog Line Haul
Eyes Ninety New Sense
Ryan Kidd Glued On You
Beta Máximo Antimateria
Cowgirl Wake Up
Jrdn And The Switchblades No Sun
Temporary Curse Funny Feeling
Starburst Theres Mold
Booji Boys Hotline
Guiding Light Magpie
Cammy Cautious and the Wrestlers Distaste
Electric Prawns 2 Who I Am
Billiam – Animation Cel
I gotta say it’s been an exceptionally fun and joyful ride so far tracking Billiam’s progress gradually morphing from a scrappy-yet-charming eggpunk also-ran into the mighty garage-/synth punk force we know him as today, as he’s only been growing and evolving his sound with every new release, a trend that continues with his newest LP. Not only is this arguably the most densely packed with catchy hooks of all his releases so far, but also the tightest he’s ever sounded with his tunes and arrangements having reached a whole new level of sophistication, elegance and stylistic variety in a relentless nonstop onslaught of viciously contagious earworms.
Album-Stream →Ryan Kidd – Dead In Memphis
On his debut LP, Ryan Kidd of Memphis, Tennessee does exactly one thing and he’s getting it absolutely right. That thing is simple and straightforward oldschool garage punk fare smelling strongly of The Spits, Buck Biloxi and early Sick Thoughts, cycling through just enough of the genre’s tropes and iterations to keep things interesting and an undeniable knack for churning out catchy, compact tunes is certainly helping here!
Album-Stream →Temporary Curse – Beep Thrash
The two preceding digital Singles TV DVD and Frontier Days sure did a great job at making me eager to finally hear the debut EP by this group from… somewhere and it turns out these tracks aren’t even the strongest this record has to offer! Granted, the egg-ish post punk of the former and the psychedelic garage stylings of the latter still very much hold their own but are certainly just a slight notch below the fluffy power-/fuzz pop of Time To Spare, the catchy garage punk propulsion of Funny Feeling and the sparkling, melancholy Lost Sounds-isms of the closing tune Suggestions. Yup, every song on this is a fucking hit.
Album-Stream →Booji Boys – Demo Promo 2024 !!??
It’s been a while since we’ve registered any vital signs regarding the canadian garage punk powerhouse from Halifax, Nova Scotia whose previous LP Tube Reducer is already five years in the past. Now Booji Boys never were a band afraid of shaking up their sound at least a little with every new release and this new demo thingy is no exception in that regard, most notable addition here being the distinct use of polyphonic vocals spicing up their trademark mix of garage- and fuzz punk, noise- and power pop which at times imbues these new tunes with some psychedelic sparkle and an almost british invasion-esque aura that comes into full bloom in the crowning achievement of a closing track that is Hotline. Damn, i hope there’s more of that shit coming our way soon!
Citric Dummies – Trapped In A Parking Garage
Following last year’s aptly named titled knockout blow Zen and the Arcade of Beating Your Ass, the newest EP of Minneapolis’ prime generators of sleazy-ass oldschool (garage-) punk detonations that never fail to hit their mark by way of sheer force and solid song foundations sees them dial down die predominant hardcore-era Dü-vs-Raygun energy of that record in exchange for a good measure of Detroit-style proto punk energy and i have absolutely no complaints here ‘cos that shit just works!
Album-Stream →Cardi O. – No Singing No Dancing
The debut EP of this NYC dude is drenched in the weirdest of eccentricities from start to finish and reeks of the more insane branches of early hardcore punk and proto-noise rock á la Flipper and Broken Talent, combined with tons of random early eighties cassette culture artifacts from that age of untamed creativity that just didn’t give a fuck ‘cos few people were listening anyway. Also at play here is some sort of cowpunk vibe most notably in the double attack of The Carnal Boogie and No Singing No Dancing, some bananas flashes of rockabilly and ’50s bubblegum pop in The Night Is Here and Four Kinds Of Lonely. This shit is off the rails and it’s a beauty to behold.
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