I'm having kind of a hard time warming up to the opener's fluffy '90s beats and alternative radio rock vibes but thankfully, it gets a lot better from there on with Tryna Do sounding like the seeds of a power pop tune reconfigured into a fuzz-laden Saints or Stooges context. Put it Back does similar things but adds a slight touch of a Flying Nun Records-esque quality to the mix before the EP concludes with its most accomplished tune Gracia, which is sounds like four decades of catchy college rock-adjacent guitar strummery perfectly boiled down to a compact two minutes.
Family Dog of Nashville, Tennessee deliver more of their exciting insanity on their second EP in the form of garage- and noise-infused hardcore punk that combines a rabid, unleashed performance with an insatiable creative drive, carrying that certain sense of tension and unpredictability that a present-day hardcore punk records really needs to capture my attention - these five tunes deliver that in abundance and every time you thought you kinda knew how this record was gonna play out, you can be sure they'll take a sharp turn towards an entirely different place just a couple beats ahead.
This Berlin group plucks all the right strings in my neural sound processing circuits on their debut EP, on which they neatly combine a melodic, heavily song-based flavor of post punk á la The Estranged, Daylight Robbery or Sievehead with a decent dose of Wipers action, a bit of glammy eighties goth / death rock and a great deal of catchy, power pop-ish flourishes on top.
This is exactly one minute of new Eye Ball material. Well guess what, this super-wasteful cassette release via Knuckles on Stun is really freakin' good, as is anything this band has touched so far. Only next time, maybe put like thirty to sixty of these on a tape for it to make any fucking economic and ecological sense.
Their brilliant demo in 2023 and an equally rippin' digital 2-track single in 2024 already had me hyped up good for this group revolving around two Brazilians in New York with further participation of, among others, Margaret Chardiet of Dollhouse and Pharmakon. So finally here's their first longplayer out on UK powerhouse label Drunken Sailor Records and who would've guessed... it's yet another freakin' great record! I've previously compared their sound to Straw Man Army and partly that still holds true here but there's also plenty of evidence of the group expanding their musical horizon way beyond that and most noticeably, leaning in on their more melodic tendencies and some kinda ethereal, meditative, almost psychedelic undercurrents most notably in tunes like Lugares Mais Altos. The bandcamp blurb also mentions both old UK anarcho punk and Wire as influences, a pair of shoes that i'm gonna say also fits them quite perfectly and concerning Wire in particular, y'all know i'm always gonna approve of that!
Now this is what i call a bulky, filthy clump of abrasive noise that greets us on this Vienna based group's second Tape and their first full length effort at that. At first glance, this shit appears to primarily channel the likes of Flipper, No Trend and a touch of early Swans, plus a decent chunk of old No Wave-ish excess. But listen a bit closer and you can also sense distinct echoes of eighties japanese psych-noise groups like The Rabbits or the the US art punk classics of Chrome and MX-80. Tunes like Entropy, then again, have a bit more of an early 2010s Copenhagen vibe á la Lower and Iceage to them and while i'm already namedropping shit from that era, there might aswell be a bit of Soupcans in there. Anyway, this is fourty excellent minutes of weapons-grade sonic assault to overwhelm your senses, blow your mental fuses, bypass all inhibitions and when it's done with you, you just feel gross and wanna take a fucking shower ASAP so yeah, this record accomplishes everything it set out to do.
There's nothing worse than kinda mid hardcore groups, the bane of my existence. What was i trying to say now? I forgot. Anyway, the new Pill Mill EP certainly ain't that. As far as fairly oldschool hardcore goes, these eight tunes in just over eight minutes deliver all the thrills you could wish for - an utterly deranged performance hammering itself home with unrelenting force and momentum but also packed with plenty of catchy-as-fuck hooks and an abundance of neat twists, turns and nutty ideas.
First-rate new eggpunk goodness comes to us from one-man-band bedroom project Walter Ego out of Aschaffenburg, Germany. While this shit no doubt dabbles in, at this point, quite familiar sounding territory with varying echoes of such genre powerhouses like Prision Affair, Billiam, Beer, Set-Top Box or Nuts, it also never fails to hit the spot dead-on in a perfectly dialed-in mid-fi aesthetic balancing garage crunch with eggpunk whims and quirks and on top of it all, Race The Alps and even more so the closing track Forevermore (In The Dungeon) are nothing short of certified instant genre classics.
Last year's full length debut of this Raleigh, North Carolina group already made a lasting impression and their latest EP via the local scene bulwark Sorry State Records continues in a similar vein, although there are also gradual changes to be gleaned here, with their overall aesthetic feeling more playful this time and not quite as grim as it still was on the LP, with those quirky toy keyboard vibes and a good deal of nutty ideas making for an excellent counterweight to their otherwise pretty much wrecking ball-like sound inbetween the worlds of Noise Rock, Post- and Synth Punk that once again reminds me a lot of groups á la Isotope Soap, Broken Prayer, Powerplant, Kerozine or Beef.
Now that's an impressively confident second EP by this Philadelphia group, newly (re-)issued on a neat pink cassette now by pop-ish punk specialist label Dead Broke Rekerds, presenting a dense package of high calorie catchy earworms that combine a slight hint of early '90s indie rockers á la Superchunk, Sebadoh, Seam and Superdrag with an even stronger dose of present-day power pop sensations like Teenage Tom Petties, Bad Sports, Teen Line, Night Court, Tommy And The Commies, Ex-Gold and Mr. Teenage and it's their infallible songwriting capability that really elevates these tunes.
