This Baltimore group features members of Nag and Quitter, which already raises expectations and it appears that on their first EP, they're pulling every lever to subvert rather than fulfill those. This record certainly has a split personality of some kind with every tune sounding like it originates from a different Group entirely and i'm gonna say it fucking rips! Carte Blance is four minutes of math-y noise rock, the kind you'd expect from such groups like John (timestwo), Luggage, the earlier works of Tunic or Help. Vertices then feels a tiny bit closer to the bleak and monotonous post punk vibes you'd have expected at first but there's also a dusty americana vibe goin' on kinda like what we've heart on that recent The III tape. Cranberry is a dissonant and noisy burst of hardcore, followed by three minutes of experimental drone/noise in The Gate. Then at last in Kept Bread, a doom-/drone-ish beginning leads into what probably bears the most resemblence here to the aforementioned Nag, if maybe Played at two-thirds the speed. A puzzling release that is and i can't wait to find out where they're gonna end up going with all this!
Sex Mex have been a constant for the past couple years as my go-to act for straight-ahead fuzzy and melodic no-frills garage punk that doesn't evolve much beyond its time-tested formula but so far hasn't ever disappointed either, always kept afloat by the quality of the song material and this newest EP is without doubt among the strongest sets of new tunes they've let loose so far, another no-frills treat of synth-enhanced, euphoric garage pop to lift the spirits when we desperately need it.
Here's another quick rundown of worthy hardcore releases that have accumulated here in tha past couple weeks. Dublin's Flower Power already had a kickass EP out last year and on their newest one, they subtly dial down the (still quite prominent, mind you) garage foundations of their hardcore ruckus that's alternately strikingly simple and unexpectedly elaborate in other places, channeled into a perfectly dialed-in fuzzy lo-fi aesthetic that sounds like a mixture between Stunted Youth, a touch of Lumpy and the Dumpers and that whole Stucco/Impotent Fetus and Delux Bias school of quality filth. Next up are Ultimatum from Pittsburgh, who adhere a bit more to a fairly classic sounding hardcore formula but spike that whole thing with some seemingly NWOBHM-inspired riffing that wouldn't feel out of place on a Poison Ruïn record, which in combination with an undeniable knack for catchy hooks makes for a neat sonic jackhammer indeed. Third addition to our growing collection of power tools is Boston group Feeble Minds who take the oldschool vibes even further here while never failing to massage the synapses with plenty of catchy ear candy that serves as the basis for their rabid band performance. If all of that is still a bit too clever and newfangled for your tastes, maybe give the demo of Glasgow's Attest a spin, which does indeed sound like something stuck in a classic-era early eighties timeloop and i'll say dog bless 'em for that!
The debut EP of this Auckland, NZ group feels a lot like a welcome throwback to the early days of (proto-)eggpunk to me in how they combinine a sound somewhat akin to the likes of early Erik Nervous, Hobocop, Coneheads, Neo Neos, Skull Cult and an up-and-coming young Billiam with plenty of an oldschool abrasive garage punk edge not so often heard from the more recent wave of eggheads. No complaints here, that shit still works.
Over the last couple years, Shrudd of Louiseville, Kentucky consistently upped their game with each new release and yet i'm gonna say their newest one is playing in a different league altogether, such an amazing leap from anything they've done before. Where their previous work cycled through numerous subgenres but had an undeniable egg-ish quality in common especially on their most recent bunch of EPs, this one moves way beyond that with the opener M.M.I.T.L. still bearing the closest resemblance to their previous work with kind of a Ghoulies vibe before Stagnant shows the first subtle harbinger of a darker, more psychedelic-leaning overall vibe reminiscent of the likes of Useless Eaters, Pow!, Electric Prawns 2 and Mononegatives, which really kicks into gear with the slightly Powerplant-esque aura of Bodies. EMT on the other hand has quite a bit of a classic blues-y, slightly cowpunk-ish garage vibe to itself, followed by Gift where they're going into full spaced-out acid punk overdrive. And in such a vein it continues, gradually expanding their sonic color plaette with almost every new tune. So basically, here we have the newest example of a band growing the fuck up and branching out from their humble eggpunk beginnings towards new horizons, which i guess is gonna make ex-Lumpy Martin Meyer kinda happy and it makes me quite happy too cos this shit is so freakin' good!
This Philadelphia group's 2024 Nyuck Nyuck Boing LP was among of the most unlikely stunners released that year, a weirdly anachronistic-feeling, unwieldy behemoth of a record that seemed equally heavily inspired by US post punk/-core acts like Saccharine Trust and Minutemen as by british art punk of the Swell Maps and The Pop Group strain, with further echoes of mototik kraut-y grooves, no wave atonality and '60 acid rock excesses. So here we have the successor now, on which many of these things still hold true while the band also manages to package their ecclectic influences into a somewhat more coherent-feeling and tangible package by mainly leaning into the psychedelic side of things here with a slow burn tension building throughout the first half, doing away almost completely with the previous LP's funky post punk grooves, although those do make a brief comeback too in The Big Hit, which kicks off a comparatively lighthearted and, at times, leaned-back second half - the yin and yang of a group that still won't give half a fuck about neat genre categories and our own conceptions thereof.
Hardcore punk from Los Angeles that has more than enough neat tricks up its sleeve and musical meat on its bones to keep listeners on their toes at all times, delivering a good deal of fresh and creative sonic stimuli while at the same time lovingly pummeling us into submission with an unrelenting and tight-as-fuck wrecking ball of a performance that doesn't take any fucking prisoners. Ouch that hurt. More of that good shit please!
These folks based in Biel, Switzerland have created a true slow burn-type of a record here via the local imprint Chrüsimüsi Records that frequently takes its sweet time to get to the point but pays off handsomely when you stick with it. The sluggish crawl of an opening tune Different Times immediately reminds me of the dusty, desert-flavored americana rock of Weak Signal, which then gets transformed into very much of a post punk context in the following tune Bubbles while songs like Peace Of Mind have some obvious Velvet Underground energy flowing through them and a undercurrent of oldschool art- and glam rock that's also ever-present in The Candidate. At other times, i'm frequently reminded of Berlin's folk-ish Post Punkers Dead Finks, the earlier work of London's Witching Waves, a decelerated variant of The Cowboy or Flatworms, the earthy garage rock of Honey Radar or the spiky art punk of Far Corners and Germ House... even the first Peace de Résistance LP may at times resonate with this.
This new tape by London group Botox does absolutely nothing new but what it does, it gets absolutely right, distilling a strong and primitive concoction out of '77-, KBD- and garage punk that's like 35% fuzz and 45% attitude with the remaining 20% consisting of a thin remnant layer of tried-and-tested oldschool punk tropes and formulas that do their job just fine here in what must be one of the most frugally effective blasts of minimalist punk i've heard in a while.
Punk's dungeon era shows no signs of slowing down yet, newest evidence being this tape by a dude from Santa Fe, Argentinia - first self-released on his bandcamp this summer - which is now being reissued via the ever-busy niche label Grime Stone Records and blends in seamlessly with their roster in creating a sound that juxtaposes the most basic and DIY true- and black metal spoofs with some mid-to-late eighties-style punk moshing and tons of cute and goofy eggpunk fun and melodicism. Also, over on the guy's bandcamp, you'll find even more of that same greatness in the form of a new Split EP with Corazón Sombrío, which, as the artwork suggests, seems to be the inverted, extra black-hearted mirror version of that same dude? Anyway, this is compulsory listening for any serious dungeon afficinado.
