Cells - First Second

As you prob­a­bly al­ready know, i'm a to­tal suck­er for pret­ty much any weird chunk of noise Min­neapo­lis dude awe­some Con­nie Voltaire re­leas­es in­to the wild, so while we're still wait­ing for new stuff of his best-known project Neo Neos (or maybe its ac­tu­al flesh-and-bones full-band in­car­na­tion Neo­types), an­oth­er batch of raw and blown-out farts re­leased un­der his hard­core punk al­ter ego Cells does an ad­mirable job at sat­is­fy­ing my ad­dic­tion in the mean­time.

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Psykik Vylence - Psykik Vylence /​/​ Erik Nervous - Bugs!

Af­ter last year's de­but LP with his Be­ta Block­ers pret­ty much blew everyone's socks and pants off, there's some new stuff out by one of con­tem­po­rary garage punk's most blaz­ing fig­ures. First, there's been a tape ear­li­er this year un­der the Psykik Vy­lence moniker, which sees him mess­ing around with a prop­er­ly raw as­sort­ment of hard­core punk sounds - the re­sults of which are just plain gor­geous. And then, there's a new dig­i­tal EP with him go­ing it so­lo again, just as was the case with Psykik Vy­lence. But with or with­out Be­ta Block­ers - he's do­ing what he's best known and loved for: Quirky and in­ven­tive Garage Punk with built-in ear­worm guar­an­tee, this time al­so in­clud­ing a pret­ty ob­scure choice for a cov­er ver­sion (no, i in­deed nev­er heard of Taste Test be­fore…) and an un­fin­ished - though to­tal­ly smash­ing - in­stru­men­tal clos­ing track with the promise of ac­tu­al vo­cals for it in the near fu­ture. Got­ta adore the shit out of this!

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Cement Shoes - A Love Story Of Drugs & Rock & Roll & Drugs 7"

IMHO, at this hour Ce­ment Shoes of Rich­mond, Vir­ginia are the cur­rent kings of the garagecore mi­cro genre, cou­pling a mas­sive amount of bor­der­line-sleazy rock'n'roll with an un­de­ni­ably hard­core kind of en­er­gy you will find in rel­a­tive­ly few oth­er groups - Cü­lo or their qua­si-suc­ces­sors Taran­tüla, Man Eaters come to mind as a some­what more hard­core-lean­ing com­par­i­son… just maybe. Or kin­da like aus­tralian sleaze-garage rock­ers Gold­en Pel­i­cans hav­ing a hard­core epiphany. On their newest 7" via the ever re­li­able british qual­i­ty out­let Drunk­en Sailor Records we get more of just that, while the clos­ing track Go­ing Off The Grid , a rather straight­for­ward, clas­sic garage tune, might or might not in­di­cate a fu­ture move away from hard­core speeds. But what­ev­er they're gonna do next, they're an ex­cit­ing act to keep both eyes on.

Still /​ Form - Still /​ Form

Isn't that the Mar­riage + Can­cer guy groan­ing his vo­cals? Yep, same guy. The mu­sic on this Port­land trio's first EP ain't all that dif­fer­ent ei­ther. Noise Rock of an ul­tra-clas­sic 90s va­ri­ety with a hint of math, pret­ty much in the mid­dle be­tween the more smar­tass Touch & Go and the more sludge- and met­al-affine Am­phet­a­mine Rep­tile uni­vers­es.

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Flat Worms - Antarctica

Al­ready a hand­ful of re­leas­es in­to their discog­ra­phy, we kin­da know what to ex­pect from a new Flat Worms record by now. How­ev­er, that doesn't mean they're stand­ing still ex­act­ly. Rather, with every new re­lease they man­aged to fo­cus on and ex­pand up­on a cer­tain facet of their garage-, psy­che­del­ic- and fuzz punk sound, keep­ing things fresh and in­ter­est­ing at all times. This time, record­ing with Steve Al­bi­ni at Elec­tri­cal Au­dio, the re­sult does not on­ly show Albini's trade­mark son­ic char­ac­ter­is­tics, but al­so their over­all sound seems to em­brace some of his lega­cy as a pro­duc­er au­dio en­gi­neer, veer­ing in­to a dis­tinct­ly noise rock/​postcore di­rec­tion that, once again, was al­ways sub­tly present on their pre­vi­ous records but nev­er as much on dis­play as here and might be com­pared to con­tem­po­rary bands like Meat Wave, Metz or USA Nails. Oth­er small but pleas­ant sur­pris­es come in the form of the ti­tle track - a garage jam you could al­most de­scribe as re­laxed - as well as the 90s in­die rock vibes in Mar­ket Forces.

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Fucking - Superior Firepower

It took a while for new ma­te­r­i­al of these Min­neapo­lis punks to sur­face af­ter their first two in­cred­i­ble 7"s. I'm glad to say though, that their unique mix of chaot­ic hard-/garage-/post-/weird­core lost none of its spark and their re­fresh­ing dis­re­gard for com­mon genre tropes and con­ven­tions is on full dis­play here, mak­ing for an­oth­er five glo­ri­ous min­utes of noise, just as i've come to ex­pect from this group.

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Eugh - The Most Brilliant Man Alive

While we're at it, speak­ing of Kitchen Peo­ple and Warttman Inc., here's an­oth­er blast of synth punk in­san­i­ty by some Kitchen Peo­ple-af­fil­i­at­ed so­lo project, bear­ing ob­vi­ous sim­i­lar­i­ties to Warttman acts like Set-Top Box and Re­search Re­ac­tor Corp., with maybe a bit of Dig­i­tal Leather or Trash­dog sprin­kled in from time to time.

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Kitchen People - Planet Perth

The mighty Warttman gang's newest re­cruits are Kitchen Peo­ple who have al­ready done a few re­leas­es be­fore, al­though - let's be hon­est here - none of those has been quite as rip­ping as their newest EP of ap­pro­pri­ate­ly weird, quirky muteant garage-/synth punk. These dudes should fit in com­fort­ably with the rest of Warttman's fucked up bunch.

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Taulard - Dans La Plaine

Six years have passed now since Taulard of Greno­ble, France put out their ut­ter­ly en­chant­i­ng, oth­er­world­ly de­but al­bum Les Abor­ds Du Ly­cée. Even af­ter such a long time, there's still no oth­er Band quite like them and their gui­tar-less, or­gan-cen­tric, deeply melan­choly and ec­cen­tric (post-)punk sound that on pa­per looks like it could nev­er work, but some­how it does.

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Knowso - Psychological Garden

Cleve­land, Ohio's Know­so al­ready had 7"s out on both To­tal Punk and Neck Chop Records in the past, which kind of amounts to the ul­ti­mate seal of qual­i­ty in today's garage land­scape. Their newest EP con­tiues all the good­ness and care­ful­ly branch­es out from there. At times they re­mind of a mix be­tween Nag, more re­cent Use­less Eaters and Con­stant Mon­grel. Oth­er times i can draw par­al­lels to the weirdo post punk of Pat­ti or the un­ruly noise-/garage hy­brids of Brandy and Hash Redac­tor - boiled down to their bare skele­ton. Al­so, Turn­ing Point has some Wire thing go­ing on and you know that kind of shit will al­ways be ap­pre­ci­at­ed here.

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