Dangerously catchy Lo-Fi garage punk and power pop from Madrid, kinda channeling the strengths of other spanish acts of late, most obviously among those would be Prison Affair, Beta Maximo and Finale while international acts á la Nuts, R.M.F.C. or or Satanic Togas aren't too far off either.
New shit from Nick Vicario aka Smirk, also known as part of such potent punk powerhouses as Public Eye, Crisis Man und Cemento. His second LP carries more of his eclectic post- and garage punk extravaganza sourced out of a generous grab bag of punk samples, bearing fleeting similarities to such diverse acts as ISS, Institute, Alien Nosejob, Cherry Cheeks, Uranium Club, Reality Group or Marbled Eye.
Dumb and simplistic garage-/synth punk shit from Sweden that won't fail to energize fans of the likes of Liquid Face, The Spits, Ausmuteants, Sex Mex, Mateo Manic, Slimex, Powerplant, Buck Biloxi and the Fucks… pick your poison!
Damn, unforgivable how i could overlook this kickass tape already released this summer, containing delicilously excentric Lo-Fi post punk shit giving off a heavy smell of Desperate Bicycles, Swell Maps, early Mekons plus any random artifact of 80s cassette culture as well as some New Order-ish vibes in the closing track Dog Having Its Day.
You know what's really been missing recently? A new dungeon punk scorcher! This artifact of unclear origin goes the buzzsaw synthpunk-meets-black-metal route and does a formidable job at getting you into the mood for some skull-splitting action in the musty catacombs.
The second LP by that Duo featuring none other than Spray Paint's Cory Plump as well as some mysterious Chris, who has in some capacity worked with Les Savy Fav, Trans Am and Scene Creamers in the past, delivers more of their addictive melange of post punk and noise rock with that certain industrial feel, as experimental as it's hypnotic and catchy all the same. Maybe it's just due to the mix and mastering, but the sonic spectrum appears somewhat decluttered here compared to the predecessor with an at times less claustrophobic, more natural feel and plenty of room to breathe. Still tons of Swell Maps or, alternately, Exek vibes to go around though and there's even a hint of Protomartyr in Rotting Profits, some echoes of Wire in Florida Gasoline.
A new batch of lo-fi viking synth punk madness from that Schleswig dude who at this point doesn't need an introduction i think, having crafted a very unique niche of his own with a string of EPs and singles over the short span of less than a year. His newest one is another strong beast oscillating between snappy garage punk smashers and throbbing dance floor rough-ups.
More forceful garage punk shit out of Grand Rapids, Michigan equipped with a healthy dose of hardcore thrust, alternating between the sonic patterns of acts as diverse as Protruders, Hank Wood and the Hammerheads, Strange Attractor, Jackson Reid Briggs, Sauna Youth or Crisis Man.
Simple and stupid, raw and primitive garage smashers abound on these Swedes' new LP, kinda like a middle ground between acts like Sick Thoughts, Buck Biloxi and the Fucks, Bart and the Brats, Achtungs or Freakees. Also some traces of Dead Moon and The Spits may be hidden in here as well as a certain KBD vibe highly suggestive of The Mentally Ill.
Three fifths of this EP have already trickled out very slowly in the form of demos and digital singles. Finally, we can witness the thing in full now. I'd say the Nashville outfit have found their own unique little niche inside a crowded pool of egg-related weirdness, their jangly garage punk detonations shrunken to microscopic scale… a bit like a super-muted incarnation of R.M.F.C. with additional hints of Print Head, Neo Neos or early Erik Nervous.