This Schenectady, New York group kicks up a perfect storm of somewhat motörized noise somewhere between the corner points of garage punk, hardcore and sleaze rock on their demo tape. A highly combustible recipe that should mix well with other acts á la Cement Shoes, Polute, Hippyfuckers, Flea Collar, Dollhouse, Cülo… and maybe just a smidge of hardcore-era Hüsker Dü on top.
Side number four by Marmora, New Jersey garage troubador Die TV is yet another super-solid batch of garage-/synth-/electro punk miniature goodness. Not much more to add to that other than what i already said about his previous releases: Friends of weirdness in the same orbit as, say, Powerplant, Stalins of Sound, Erik Nervous, The Spits, Set-Top Box, Digital Leather… rejoice!
A new EP by brazilian eggpunk's prime mover Cool Sorcery aka Marcos Assis. His sound is becoming more ambitious with each new release and accordingly, the newest one is another delightful structured mess, seemingly drawing just as much unlikely inspiration from 70's hard- and progressive rock as it does from the current garage- and synthpunk scene.
My best effort to describe this work of the devil channeled by some St. Louis, Missouri dude is this: An overabundance of stupid demented shit condensed into fun little garage tunes in the vague neighbourhood of Buck Biloxi, Strange Attractor or, alternately, Dead Moon & The Dead Milkmen, maybe with some Wild Man Fisher thrown in for good measure. I think i'm just about dumb enough to appreciate that!
Just another quick roundup of noises and disturbances out of the extended hardcore orbit. Starting off the batch with Sex Hater of Kansas City, who will surely please admirers of chaotic and downright filthy hardcore shit in a similar vein to groups á la Total Sham, Fried E/m or Launcher.
Speaking of filth, Clinic from Fresno, California dial that certain aspect even further - their latest EP feeling like one single murky puddle of primitive anger and deep despair, not entirely dissimilar in some places to the early Beast Fiend EPs.
pH People, a group of unknown origin, then slow the tempo down considerybly while by no means lacking energy - their tape on Urticaria Records is a potent mixture from the fringes of harcore punk and (proto-) noise rock with clear echoes of mostly older stuff á la Flipper, Spike In Vain, Noxious Fumes or Broken Talent.
And lastly, there's one for the dungeon dwellers among us in the form of Philadelphia's Alien Birth who deliver an oldschool metal-infested beast kinda like a mix between a more primitive Poison Ruïn and Golden Pelicans going all in on their sleaze rock leanings.
Great fun as always, the newest EP by Italy's Shitty Life on which they once again infuse their garage punk with tons of hardcore speed and energy (or vice versa), making for another straightforward no-frills attack that will surely please sympathizers of acts á la Crisis Man, Dadar, Gluer or Easers.
This weeks prime exhibit unearthed from the bermuda triangle of Garage-, Synth- and Eggpunk-related dementia comes from a bunch of hungarian folks letting loose a racket that leaves nothing be desired for connoiseurs of the genre, scratching an itch similar to well known genre entities á la Ghoulies, Research Reactor Corp., Slimex, Gee Tee or Set-Top Box.
I overlooked this this gem by South Carolina dude or band Sid Eargle the first time around so i'm glad the greek label Body Blows shoved this in my face a second time. Hidden inbetween a mess of instrumentals and interludes there's also an excellent album to be found plundering away at oldschool garage and punk history with an undeniable Dead Boys vibe, among other things.
This neat little tape on Phoenix, Arizona label Total Peace delivers yet another burst of rough-as-fuck noise-infested hardcore punk with a weirdly melodic undercurrent to bash your head against.
Back from the literal ashes of a certain practice space apocalypse, noise rockers Trigger Cut return as strong and vital as ever with their newest LP which sees the group increasingly carving out their own little place inside their genre while skillfully paying hommage to numerous classics all the while - think of shit like Bastro, Distorted Pony, anything Albini-related… also some real surprises here, like the opener Water Fukkery, having a melodic oldschool emo-/postcore vibe to it reminiscent of classic acts in the vicinity of Drive Like Jehu, Autoclave, Quicksand or Jawbox. Without question this is their most diverse, inventive and playful record to date.