Not too long after their brilliant debut EP we already get to hear the first full LP of this Minneapolis group which still delights with a pleasantly old-fashioned genre mixture that primarily appears to take inspiration from the more left-field and melancholy edges of '80s -'90s post punk, hard- and postcore history, although the influences are a lot more varied here with the opening song Hello World having a strong '90s Dischord vibe somewhat reminiscent of the likes of Jawbox, Crownhate Ruin, Bluetip, Smart Went Crazy or Kerosene 454 while Tectonic Plates comes across like a curious mixture of Rapeman, Brainiac and Mule. Kick Geneva and Steve remind me a lot of Angst and Moving Targets, BDFI has some Butthole Surfers-esque doominess and it's not before the second-to-last track, the instrumental What Happens Next and the subsequent Mantle, that those Mission Of Burma influences - which were more strongly present on the EP - kick into full gear once again. Anyway, through much of the record, there's a slightly folk-ish undercurrent goin' on aswell that further calls to mind such eighties US groups like The Proletariat, Volcano Suns, M.I.A. and My Dad Is Dead.
Three incredible tracks dumped on bandcamp over the course of the past one-and-a-half years made us hungry for more tunes of this Melbourne group and i'm pleased to say that this new probably-not-quite-an-LP's worth material (including the aforementioned singles) fulfills all of the pretty high expectations. What Steröid do to eighties Metal, this group pulls off with regards to '70s hard-, southern rock, a couple of other dad rock-ish vibes and transforms it into an only slightly egg-ish, maximally fuzzed-out aesthetic of ultra-catchy garage punk and power pop with an unusual knack for infectious guitar leads - a glorious non-stop barrage of captivating riffs, resilient hooks and stubborn earworms, in an unlikely way combining some of the traits of, say, Sheer Mag's early EPs and more recent shit by Satanic Togas.
An insanely appealing cassette full of rough-as-fuck oldschool hardcore punk by this Richmond, Virginia group playing a reluctantly melodic variant of the genre with some distinct KBD- and garage punk additives while also being clearly influenced by early US west coast groups that hadn't yet completely stripped themselves of their catchy '77 vibes. On top of it all, there's also a noisy vibe á la Flipper or Broken Talent goin' on here, all of it being conserved in an absolutely perfect and appropriate Lo-Fi aesthetic that would also fit in neatly next to the Deluxe Bias or Impotent Fetus discographies so far. What a fucking blast!
The californian label Grime Stone Records has long been way ahead of the curve when it comes to the more quirky ends of blackened- and dungeon punk releases and even if the musical merits of the bands and projects featured didn't always manage to keep up with their lofty ambitions, these folks have also brought us some undeniable contemporary classics by the likes of Bloody Keep and Drýsildjöfull. The newest cassette by Curta'n Wall is yet another strong contender for the latter category, being a prime example of the more playful and egg-ish - though also in a way quite traditionally dungeon synth-inspired - end of the genre spectrum, drawing on some of the strongest tunes in their already quite prolific discography as a rock-solid basis for their insane sonic escapades while toning down some of the cheesiest (previously often unbearably so) aspects of their sound just enough to hit a certain sweet spot with me. While parts of their previous work have struck me as more novelty than substance, this record has finally grown a healthy amount of real meat around its bones.
It seems for as little as France's de-facto garage punk ambassadors Bart and the Brats tend to evolve stylistically - always staying true to some of the most basic instincts and impulses of oldschool garage punk - their simple '77-flavored three-chord punk tunes always appear to keep upping their game in terms of sheer infectious catchyness and combustive potential. About six short- and four long-playing releases into their discography, it's still hard to ever get tired of their shit 'cos every song on here hits the mark effortlessly and perfectly with even a cover of The Kids' euro cult classic Fascist Cops not feeling out of place in the slightest.
One of the things i absolutely adore about the ongoing egg punk explosion is what an incredibly international affair the whole thing has grown into over time and the most recent case in point would be this group from Chengdu, China playing a quirky and synth-heavy addition to the genre, bearing particular similarities to such groups as Italy's Prison Affair, the United States' Beer, Ukraine's Завірюга, Turkey's Goblin Daycare, Israel's Paulo Vicious, Australia's The Gobs, Germany's Egg Idiot and Brazil's Cool Sorcery among many others.
Electric Prawns 2 of Moffat Beach, Australia are back with not just one, but two new LPs, in a way highlighting two opposing vibes that have been part of the group's stylistic DNA all along. The very deep red of the Perspex LP's artwork could already be taken as subtle signal to proceed with caution and indeed this one is more of a downer by design, the driving Useless Eaters vibes of the opener Who's Been Laying Eggs Under My Skin? giving way to an increasingly bleak sounding make of psychedelic garage rock that oscillates somewhere inbetween deep sadness and outright bad trip territory, up in space as much as miles underwater and always aware of the fact that both space and the deep ocean are utterly inhospitable places and only a thick steel wall is preventing your body from instantly getting reduced into half a bathtub worth of reddish goo. Feeling awesome about your fragile existence already? Don't worry 'cos i've only told you half the truth so far, with (the so far only imaginary) side B of the record kinda staying in a vintage psychedelia realm but focusing on the much more uplifting parts of that whole affair, so sunny that you're gonna have flowers growing out of your ass in no time. The Heavy Shitters LP then is a lot closer to the friendlier, instantly recognizable vibe that has dominated much of their previous work and just wants to play and fuck around and rock out and crack lots of stupid fart jokes. Many of the record's biggest hits are saved for the second half and especially the marvellous six-song spree going from Sick to Farted In Her Sleep is the kind of thing a lesser group would fucking kill for.
Here's a kickass holdover from last week that i failed to give a fair shake until now and honestly, i should have known better as finnish noise rock groups actually have had a pretty strong track record in recent years and beyond the obligatory comparisons to early Shellac and Rapeman, the next best thing i can come up with are indeed two other fellow Helsinki-based groups, Fun and Baxter Stockman and i'm sure you can picture my non-surprise upon learning that members of both groups are featured in this trio aswell. To a lesser extent, there's also a bit of Jawbox or Jesus Lizard here and there and you wouldn't be totally off either to find commonalities with more recent US acts like Multicult, Help, Hoaries or maybe Germany's own Trigger Cut.
That Evinspragg record has garnered the most publicity of the newest Inscrutable Records batch for several reasons, some of them justifiable, others more annoyingly drama-related. But to be perfectly honest, that one is a bit too ambitious for its own good in my humble opinion and a bit of a mixed bag which starts out incredibly strong, then kinda fizzles out towards the end and i actually feel much more drawn towards the label's other two releases among which is this full-length debut by Johnny Skin. On it, they create a dreamy, melancholy and super-catchy melange blending the yearning vibe of '50s-'60s bubblegum pop ballads with rudimetary, minimalist lo-fi vintage electronic drum beats and synths in a fashion that's gonna draw inevitable comparisons to Suicide and Métal Urbain, interspersed with a bunch of more noisy and dissonant no wave-ish tunes more in the vein of noisy synth punk pioneers á la Primitive Calculators or Nervous Gender and the experimental, psychedelic sounds of Theoretical Girls, Chrome or MX-80.
It's been another couple of incredible weeks for more-or-less hardcore-related noises so here are four more picks i find particularly notable, in a spectrum progressively moving from the more punk-ish ends towards the unapologetically metal-embracing realms of the genre. For starters we have a brand new tape by Dublin, Ireland group Flower Power who deliver five forceful punches of rough-ass lo-fi ruckus that appears to stand with one foot in the legacy of left-field hardcore shit á la early Flipper, Broken Talent, Noxious Fumes or more recently, Soupcans, Stinkhole and Vulture Shit, with the other firmly planted in oldschool KBD-style artifacts of the Mentally Ill, Endtables and Executives breed, combining hardcore energy with garage punk drive. A much more grim mood then emanates from the tunes of Leeds, England group Mother Nature, whose punk attacks have plenty of a post punk-ish, death rock-y, noise rock-ing vibe to them that reminds me of such acts as Acrylics, earlier Bad Breeding and the australians Arse. Cheap Heat of Schenectady, New York had already made quite an impact with their excellent 2022 demo and on their new EP, they pick up the threads right where they left them off, with a sound that mixes hardcore with a generous plundering of motörpunk, sleaze rock and speed metal, resulting in an overal aesthetic not entirely dissimilar to such groups as Cülo, Cement Shoes, Tarantüla and Polute. Last but not least we have the most metal-leaning group of the whole bunch, Dart from Oulu, Finland, who are the latest entry into a developing canon of bands working on rehabilitating the reputational damage of sounds on the intersection of hardcore and metal by recognizing the punk rock inside of metal, rather than clumsily forcing generic metal elements upon punk rock. The result, as you might have guessed, is drenched in tons of straightforward, oldschool NWOBHM energy and may please oldschool metalheads as much as it will fans of punk acts á la Poison Ruïn, Punter, Ninth Circle, Polute, Hög and Steröid.
