This Hamburg group creates fun, short and snappy little garage-/synth-/eggpunk tunes that don’t stray too far from widely established genre formulas but gets everything about that shit so fuckin’ right as if they’ve been at it for ages, cycling through a decent variety of workmanlike genre exercises that you feel pretty sure you’ve heard somewhere before but can’t escape their catchy spells anyway, so i’m gonna say friends of shit like Beer, Media Puzzle, Winky Frown, Prison Affair, Set Top Box, Ghoulies or Goblin Daycare can’t go wrong with this shit either.
Just as its two predecessors, the newest EP by New York’s Jean Mignon is yet another delightful attack of catchy and mean garage-/proto punk goodness in which a good deal of primitive ’77 energy is getting poured into a rather timeless sound of blown-out garage punk insanity which, in tunes like Won’t Put Him Down, is sure gonna strike a chord with admirers of, say, Kid Chrome or that recent Elvis 2 LP.
Almost ten years after their last recorded sign of activity, the 2010s San Francisco garage punk mainstays Useless Eaters are getting the band back together and sound more determined and explosive than ever before, as i was already lucky to witness on occasion of their absolutely unreal and intense Cologne gig earlier this year. Now on their first new recorded artifact – available digitally already with a 7″ release expected sometime via Goodbye Boozy – they’re killing it once again, in some way continuing the spaced-out, kraut-y and post punk-ish psychedelic leanings of their most recent couple of releases pre-hiatus, propelled forward in an insanely tight, dense and unrelenting performance in which every little detail seems to fall perfectly into place with sleepwalking ease and certitude. Awesome to have them back!
This Sydney group delivers five delicious new bursts of Spits-ass catchy garage punk with an additional hint of Lost Sounds or maybe some incarnations of Sick Thoughts. Nothing more than that, nothing less, and what can i say… that shit still rips like it’s two-thousand-and-change.
Kickass electro punk from Portland, Oregon that stikes a perfect balance of abrasive crunch and catchyness. Right away this shit kinda strikes me as a less choppy version of Lansing, Michigan group Snarewaves, especially similar in their overall Lo-Fi Amiga 500 tracker-ish sample punk aesthetic but just as well i’m reminded of Germany’s own synth punk sensation Klint and somewhat older phenomena like North Carolina sample punks ISS and Berlin’s Heavy Metal.
Another utterly puzzling burst of lo-fi hardcore noise is coming to us from an Orlando, Florida group who already had a decent Demo out via Bellicose Records, but this new one on Drunken Butterfly Records is even more up my alley with its completely blown-out and unpredictable make of hardcore punk insanity that, below the rough and grimy surface, has a good deal of an oldschool garage-, proto- and KBD punk undercurrent going on.
Whatever this Cleveland, Ohio group conjures up on their newest EP always carries that certain air of sugary fuzz punk and noise pop, the varyingly Primitives-informed kind that had a bit of a resurgence in the previous decade with such bands as Feature, UV-TV, Slowcoaches, Monster Treasure or Male Bonding and has been kept alive in more recent times by the likes of Private Lives, Exo and Glitter on the Mattress among others. And what should i say, this shit is every bit as good in its ultra-catchy song substance and has a couple of neat flourishes and surprises to boot, like some mid-to-late-era Hüsker Dü vibe in Here We Go Again, while the slightly Wipers-vs.-Wire-esque sounds of the closing track Symmetry also make me think of a slowed-down version of Nervosas or early Milk Music.
This new collection of alleged b-grade material from one of Melbourne’s prime instigators of noisy garage-/hardcore punk chaos is yet another solid proof that you can’t ever go wrong with this group, as for much of this EP i absolutely can’t see why these tunes wouldn’t have made the cut for a “regular” release. Well, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure i guess and i’m just having a glorious time diving into in this neat little dumpster of leftover scraps.
Now these chaps are from Spain yet their sound rather makes me think a whole bunch of predominantly french bands, their sound sitting inbetween the coordinates of post punk and -core, melodic garage punk and Oi!, calling to mind the likes of Youth Avoiders, Telecult, Nightwatchers, Bleakness and, most recently, Distance or the french-singing Leipzig, Germany group Laxisme. It would thus be easy to dismiss this as yet another artifact of a recently quite ubiquitous subgenre but that would be kinda unfair and discounting what a massive fireworks of powerful hooks this way-above-average record is setting off from beginning to end.
I gotta admit i had severely subdued expectations for the successor to this Long Beach, California group’s excellent 2022 debut LP, not because of anything actually related to them but rather simply ‘cos sound-wise, they kinda struck me as the kind of group likely to either get too ambitious and bite of more then they can chew or, alternately, suddenly decide that it’s about time to break through to the wider broccoli-haired indie crowd and water-down and gloss-up their sound accordingly. Thankfully, i was so fucking wrong and none of that has happened here. Although like on their debut, you may once again classify this shit as an, on the surface, quite fashionable make of jagged post punk with echoes both of first- and second-wave art punk groups á la early Siouxsie, Delta Five, Transmitters, Pylon and even a hint of Wire, as well as more recent phenomena like Marcel Wave, Spread Joy, Sweeping Promises and Marbled Eye, everything appears a lot more deliberate and refined on this one. While retaining that subtle undercurrent of no-wave mutant funk-ish dissonance, all of these new tunes distinguish themselves through perfectly balanced dramaturgy and dynamic, nuanced song progressions, often dialing down the pace and noise to a deliberately understated appeal, making perfect use of elaborate song architecture to achieve the maximum oomph not by way of sheer force but a mindful, punctual and laser-focused group effort.
