The third EP of this Stockholm group makes an excellent impression with its moderately eccentric and quite varied mix of garage-, post-, synth- and art punk of the somewhat Devo-ish variety that simply delivers the goods, among which is a quirky chaos akin to the likes of Skull Cult and Belly Jelly, the eighties synth punk flashbacks of more recent Isotope Soap, some psychedelia á la Mononegatives and the unpredictability of Pressure Pin. Also quite the surprise is that bonus remix of the thumping closing track Wendy Got Balls, radiating tons of a retro eighties 12″ disco edit vibe.
Our favorite garage frenchies Bart and The Brats don’t ever seem to change a whole lot but so doesn’t the consistently high quality of their output either. Yeah, this is exactly the simple and stupid garage punk you know and love á la Buck Bolixi, Spits, earlier Sick Thoughts, Uglies and The Dirts. I don’t think i’m ever gonna grow tired of that shit.
Horror-/dungeon-themed Garage Punk from Houston. Blown-out, smelly and abrasive, this shit strikes me as a mix of early Strange Attractor, Neo Neos, Lumpy & The Dumpers, Stinkhole and Research Reactor Corp. What the fuck’s not to like about such a proposition? I’d much rather listen to that than whatever shit you’re listening to.
This long-running, slow-moving dutch group, which i’ve previously been blissfully ignoring, catapults itself all the more impressively onto my radar with their third and hands down most accomplished LP so far which pours some top-notch songwriting abilities into a quite adaptable sonic pastiche oscillating between oldschool, sometimes psych-leaning garage- and fuzz punk, buzzsaw noise- and power pop as well as a couple of pulsing electro punk bursts. Exactly twice they stumble in my view though, by veering too heavily into kinda sugary oh-so-fucking-twee ASMR territory but hey, ten out of 12 Songs is still quite a good hit ratio and in some of the best moments, they strike me as an alternate reality garage-y version of eighties Fastbacks.
New shit by Midgee? Awesome, i’ll have two. Wait what, it also has new tunes by Electric Prawns 2? Just shut up and take my money! Melbourne’s Midgee once again prove to be a safe bet for fans of quirky synth-/garage-/eggpunk goodness in the vein of Prison Affair, Nuts, Set-Top Box or Beer. Quite a bit more ambitious and varied then are the four tunes by Moffat Beach garage sensation Electric Prawns 2, although on this one they mostly act on the sunnier side of their musical spectrum in a set of compact and catchy-as-hell smashers that exhibit many of the virtues of recent Billiam or Alien Nosejob.
The fourth EP of Melbourne’s Piss Wizard combines their least crappy production values so far with their strongest set of tunes to date in their trademark rough-as-fuck mixture of garage-flavored fuzz- and hardcore punk imbued with plenty of surf twang, rockabilly leads and noise-infested texture. That shit feels sickly, smelly, perverted and contagious in the best possible way!
The Debut EP of this Brisbane group delights with four energetic blasts of no-frills garage punk/-core, a hint of death rock in the opening- and closing tracks, some distinct proto punk feel and constant flourishes of sleazy ’70s and ’80s cock rock – a somewhat unreal sounding mix that reminds me a lot of groups like Cement Shoes, Golden Pelicans, Tarantüla, Flea Collar, Polute and the early days of Electric Chair.
Quality shit from a Salt Lake City, Utah group on their second tape. Fuzzed-out Lo-Fi hardcore punk whose rough parameters feel kinda predestined for a cassette release on Impotent Fetus or Deluxe Bias, having as much of an oldschool west coast tendency to it as a rough and shambolic KBD vibe, a bit of a Flipper and Broken Talent-style eccentricity and further similarities to more recent groups ranging from the more garage-leaning Launcher, Liquid Assets and Freakees to hardcore artifacts by the likes of Insane Urge, Youth Regiment, Motor Corp und Tupperware.
Astoria, Oregon group The Dumpies have been around for a bit already and have been a thoroughly lovable force ever since, yet their recent split EP with Night Court (of which most songs are also included here) signaled a huge leap forward in terms of energy, stylistic diversity and songwriting potency – a promise they certainly make good on with this incredible new LP, cycling through endless iterations of power pop-infused (garage-)punk, melancholy indie rockers and also numerous attacks of straight-up hardcore punk in a single impressive burst of uncontainable creativity, crude humor and eccentricity. There’s not a trace of filler to be found on this record. Every song hits home without fail.
While the previous LP of this Cincinnati, Ohio group – sharing a bunch of members with The Drin of all things – was already an outstanding, albeit not terribly original post punk record, their newest one sees them ascend to a whole new level as their songs and arrangements come accross a lot more focused, eleborate and deliberately built than before, the somewhat overwhelming barrage of the predecessor giving way to a newfound clarity, concise structures and a whole new sense of melody and melancholy most noticeable in tunes like Distant Dawn, Dependency and Nothing in None. Overall, this record is somewhat akin to the most recent Marbled Eye LP, which similarly saw an already pretty fucking awesome group transcend the confines of their genre surroundings. Given all that, it feels a bit cheap and reductive to come up with comparisons but for the sake of orientation i’m just gonna say this is mandatory listening for fans of groups like the aforementioned Marbled Eye, Waste Man, Negative Gears, Rank/Xerox, Tube Alloys, Nag, VR Sex and Public Eye.
