Previous releases of this group from Pisa, Italy have all been obscured by a thick veil of of Lo-Fi grime and muck, yet the rough sonics couldn't do anything to fully conceal the raw brilliance hiding beneath all the clutter. For their newest EP, they polished up their production values just enough for the first time to bring their eccentric, pocket-sized post punk epics out of the murky shadows and confirm our suspicion they don't have to fear the revealing exposure to broad daylight. Starting off with a vibe not dissimilar to early 2010s surf-infused noise pop and fuzz punk groups like Male Bonding, early Wavves, No Age, Times Beach, Tiger! Shit! Tiger! Tiger! or, way more recently, Shooting Losers, it doesn't take long though before their tunes also develop a distinct last-decade post punk feel á la Die! Die! Die! and Piles, but also rougher, weirder punk phenomena like Dumb Vision, Piss Wizard and Pink Guitars wouldn't be too far fetched as a reference. On top of that, there's an unmistakable hint of mid-90s-to-early-2000s postcore at play here, the kind some uncultured philistines may be inclined to dub screamo but let it be known once and for all that this distinction shall be considered an insult to any good band, so no, this ain't screamo and fuck you for even bringing up that cursed idea.
Propulsive and well-rounded post punk on what appears to be the fourth album already by this group from Oslo, Norway that's been existing for well over a decade by now but hasn't released anything new in the last eight years. Anyway, this is highly competent shit that imbues their dark post punk / postcore sound - at first glance fitting in pretty well with the genre's contemporary stretch - with plenty of thrilling texture, flashes of melody and a good deal of compositional finesse and rock-solid craftsmanship, reminding me of an unexpectedly colorful bunch of groups including the likes of Criminal Code, Wymyns Prysyn, Pretty Hurts, Corker, The Nation Blue, Girls In Synthesis, Bloody Gears or that recent Shepparton Airplane LP.
The second LP of Minnesota's Yuasa-Exide starts off with a thrusting burst of fuzzed-out catchy mid-tempo punk channeling a mix of mid-fi era Guided By Voices, the more power pop-ish ends of the Bevis Frond universe and a slight hint of Eric's Trip or classic-era Dinosaur Jr. to boot in the opening track The Picture You Painted, just to increasingly and deliberately destabilize the sonic landscape on subsequent tracks. Their tunes and arrangements based somewhere inbetween the realms of '80s to '90s indie- and college rock, Flying Nun Records-style psychedelia and busy C86-ish strummery gain a more shambolic, hazy and surreal quality, always in acute danger of falling apart at the seams. Yet, quite wondrously, the looming sword of damocles never seems to strike, the tunes somehow always maintain their fragile equilibrium. The ability to pull that shit off already kinda struck me as their superpower on the previous Hyper At The Gates Of Dawn LP released earlier this year and i think it holds even more true here, a rare quality i previously found in early works by the likes of Rat Columns and The Molds over a decade ago and, maybe, the comparatively straightforward Psych Pop nuggets of Blank Realm's 2014 Grassed In LP which, then again, brings us back full circle on the aforementioned Flying Nun vibes.
As you may have noticed, i have an unhealthy habit of comparing lots of bands to Saccharine Trust, some of whom may have never listened to Saccharine Trust to begin with. Now here's a group actually confessing to that specific influence for a change, refreshing! The music of these Hungarians doesn't disappoint either, their debut LP having a bit of an oldschool anarcho bent to itself and plenty of a Drive Like Jehu energy to boot, a touch of Big Black in Általános Életkrízis Magyarországon and glittering Sonic Youth-Style guitar textures all throughout with further similarities to more recent post punk phenomena like Straw Man Army, Marbled Eye, Institute and Corker. Best of all, their sound is bolstered by plenty of substance, their compositions being held together by smart, rock-solid craftsmanship and wise sonic construction.
What an effortlessly ass-kicking affair that is, the new tape by Winston Hightower and his new-ish crew, expanding their 2023 debut EP with four new tracks. Equally out-there and propulsive, these tunes cover a decent spectrum of fuzz-laden noise spread out inbetween the cornerstones of eccentric garage punk á la UV Race, Tyvek or Shark Toys, 2010s (proto-) egg punk of acts like Hobocop, early Skull Cult, and more recent liabilities in the vein of Print Head, Erik Nervous and that newest Billiam 7". That shit rips, in other words.
Here's yet another kickass Billiam record once again delivering the goods of quirky-ass egg-ish garage punk in four tunes that nicely balance the comfortably familiar with, as always, plenty of novel ideas and unexpected detours. To me the absolute standout here are the pulsating post punk grooves of Planned Obsolescence but New Wave is an absolute wrecker too. Essential Feedstock Oils feel a bit like a welcome throwback to the very early days of Billiam and it's just as glorious seeing Robbie Thunders' 2023 insta-classic Houston We Have Rock being given its due in an absolutely vigorous cover rendition.
Excellent new shit, the debut EP of this Nottingham, UK group whose style feels kinda fluid, evading categorization as a whole even if the isolated components feel fairly familiar, the most immediately striking ones being the eggpunk-related eccentricities of Snooper, early Skull Cult, Busted Head Racket, Clarko on one hand and the considerably rougher weirdness of Warp, Beef, Scud on the other while at times even approaching the unpredictable off-the-rails eclecticism of Pressure Pin, Checkpoint or TY.
Not many new things to say about these belgian garage punks' most recent EP as they kinda stick to their basics, which also means there won't be any negative surprises when they do what they've always done best, chunrning out a nonstop barrage of simple but ultra-catchy and forceful garage smashers that make you wanna join a satanic cult or pet a cute dog or set fire to a hippie or go on tour becouse fuck you! No use arguing with that i'll say.
Now that's one glorious first offering from Iowa City punks God's Hand and it's a mystery to me how i could have missed this 7" when it first came out in May already. Remodelled, the opener of the two-track single feels kinda like an amalgamation of folk-infused post punk acts of the Volcano Suns, Angst, Fire Party or Sebadoh variety, maybe a hint of Strike Under, with the comparatively more recent, melodic garage punk goodies of early Woolen Men. The second tune then continues the trend of spanning both earlier and more recent punk history, this time feeling like a fusion between the post punk and proto-postcore of Minutemen, Saccharine Trust, Mission Of Burma and Really Red with the contemporary landscape of varyingly anarcho-influenced, noisy post punk by the likes of Marbled Eye, Institute, Corker, Sarcasm, Tube Alloys or Warm Red.
We're already two-and-a-half releases deep into Fog's discography here, though a quick glance over the New Zeeland group's previous LP/EP immediately reveals substantial improvements on their newest one. Although their basic ingredients of contemporary post punk and a hint of anarcho don't bring anything new to the table in 2025 and may rightfully be compared to such groups as early Institute, Pyrex, Corker, Nag, Criminal Code and such, there's also no denying that these songs are without exception expertly crafted blasts of grainy and underexposed noise with faint flashes of melody throughout, all the moving parts feeling a lot more deliberately arranged and refined than anything they've done previously.
