... two great releases by Zhoop and Glands, which - as happens quite often - fellow blog Manierenversagen beat me to the punch posting. Damn you, Manierenversagen!
Nah, just kidding, this saves me some work. So may i suggest you just visit Arne's own little media empire (always a good idea anyway, if you ask me) to listen to the good shit?
The debut LP of this Long Beach group, inconspicuous at first glance, evolves into a real treat for friends of smart, minimalist post punk at a closer listen. Lithics are the first comparison that springs to mind as well as post punk weirdos Patti and Minneapolis garage punk geniuses Uranium Club, while lead vocalist Jett Witchalls conjures up some serious Kim Gordon vibes here, whose 1980s output with Sonic Youth might've also served as an inspiration on downbeat tracks like Shapes, as well as some bits and pieces of 70s/80s The Fall.
Another Print Head release means another perfect storm of weird-ass excentric, chaotic but often unexpectedly melodious garage- and post punk shit, this time around coming across like an odd mixture of contemporary groups of the vaguely egg-related variety with the sluggish grooves of the UV Race and old british Acts like Swell Maps, early Mekons.
This Melbourne group's tape delivers a whole bucketload of synth-enhanced garage punk delight hovering somewhere inbetween the reference points of Useless Eaters, Sauna Youth, Ausmuteants, Metdog… and also fairly close to the whole Warttman Inc.-affiliated clusterfuck.
Last year's debut tape of this Portland group was a perfectly fun little thing already but this new shit is just so much stronger in pretty much every aspect, their presentation tighter and the songs more concise, simple yet perfectly balanced and 100% efficient in their amalgamation of garage-, synth- and post punk, radiating out some serious vibes á la Research Reactor Corp., Mononegatives, Ghoulies or Warm Exit.
Yet another Stucco sublabel? This cassette looks pretty much like an Impotent Fetus release to me though. Sounds like one, too! Oldschool garage punk of the KBD-infested variety and definitive must-have fodder for friends of acts such as Launcher, Liquid Assets or Freakees.
Sydney's Daughter Bat And The Lip Stings, who've already been making some waves with a whole shitload of fun EPs in 2020, are now returning with their strongest selection of tuneful garage punk, fuzz- and power pop smashers so far, their knack for catchy hooks provoking thoroughly flattering comparisons to the likes of Booji Boys, Radioactivity, Royal Headache or Sweet Reaper.
…and here's yet another short and sweet artifact of vaguely egg-related garage punk by some NJ person. This shit plays out like a mix of Alien Nosejob in HC 7" mode, S.B.F. and Connie Voltaire's hardcore-focussed projects. Also, good call transforming two slow, boring tracks into exciting, fast tracks through the wonders of cutting edge pitch adjustment technology.
This dude from Watford, UK does a lot of things wrong here and i totally fucking love it. You know, like… squeezing 8 songs, 12 minutes of fuzzed out garage rock on a 7" and have that thing spin at 33 RPM for extra negative fidelity. Also, who needs sophistication and nuance in their music if we can simply have everything be very, very loud at all times? Why write a song using three chords if we can do it with just one? Yeah, don't expect anything too smart about this EP but the sheer shambolic intensity makes up for it perfectly. At some points this sounds like an MC5 worshipping incarnation of early The Men clashing with Destruction Unit while more recent groups like Hamer and Super-X aren't too far off either.
A cute 'lil happy pill of an EP by some Adelaide dude, spanning a quite versatile range of garage punk made up of bits and pieces reminiscent of acts like Strange Attractor, S.B.F., Useless Eaters, R.M.F.C. as well as a very slight hint of Uranium Club… all of that gets compacted into five asskicking gems plus interludes.