A wondrous and strange little EP full of otherworldly garage-/power-/fuzz pop from a Philadelphia Duo. The tape starts out as if the insane pop qualities of, say, Booji Boys or Daughter Bat & The Lip Stings collided with the smart rhythmic post punk of Lithics, while the remaining three songs then settle into a slightly more low-key kraut-leaning psychedelic groove, the likes of which you might suspect somewhere in the lo-fi pop worlds of acts like Germ House, Far Corners, Violent Change, Honey Radar or even early Woolen Men. Excellent shit throughout.
This Barcelona group plays a certain breed of post punk - the catchy and melodic kind that has been rarely heard in recent months - which i'd say is reminiscent of a rather diverse cluster of genre powerhouses such as Nightwatchers, Sievehead, Red Dons, Criminal Code and early The Estranged. Occasionally they overlap a bit into hardcore territory and in these moments, Acrylics come to mind.
This Philadelphia group's line-up brings together generations of punks, having Chuck Meehan of hardcore dinosaurs YDI among its ranks as well as members of more recent acts like Blank Spell, Haldol and DeStructos. Their first EP explodes right into your face with eight-and-a-half bursts of unpredictable, chaotic and noise-infused hard-/post-/weirdcore roughly in the ballpark of what you might've heard in recent years from bands like Kaleidoscope, Daydream or Fugitive Bubble.
Here's another fresh & tasty bite for the discerning connoisseur of quirky weird-ass garage punk. Friends of Set-Top Box, R.M.F.C., Eugh, T.L.B.M. and Metdog, among others, will approvingly bob their heads and extremities to this shit.
This L.A. group comes right out of the orbit of Launcher and Co-Ed. As you might already expect, this is another explosive charge of simple, raw and energetic noise made up to equal parts of garage- and catchy early 80s hardcore punk enhanced with that certain ragged KBD-style additive we've come to know and love out of this particular neighborhood.
Almost two years after an awesome demo tape, this dude from Cologne has finally unleashed upon us his full length debut and damn, is that another irresistible super-sized bucket of pure garage- and ***punk bliss roughly in the neighborhood of usual suspects like Set-Top Box, Metdog, Prison Affair, Erik Nervous or Dee Bee Rich, among many others.
An early contender for the loudest record of 2022, this burst of maximally abrasive noise - recorded sometime in 2016 and now finally released via Runstate Tapes - truly has what it takes to startle the dead and sounds like it crawled out of a disgusting brown puddle of pure despair, its hardcore punk foundation buried deep under thick layers of white noise and feedback… but listen closely and you might also find many unexpected flashes of melody embedded deep in there.
… two great releases by Zhoop and Glands, which - as happens quite often - fellow blog Manierenversagen beat me to the punch posting. Damn you, Manierenversagen!
Nah, just kidding, this saves me some work. So may i suggest you just visit Arne's own little media empire (always a good idea anyway, if you ask me) to listen to the good shit?
The debut LP of this Long Beach group, inconspicuous at first glance, evolves into a real treat for friends of smart, minimalist post punk at a closer listen. Lithics are the first comparison that springs to mind as well as post punk weirdos Patti and Minneapolis garage punk geniuses Uranium Club, while lead vocalist Jett Witchalls conjures up some serious Kim Gordon vibes here, whose 1980s output with Sonic Youth might've also served as an inspiration on downbeat tracks like Shapes, as well as some bits and pieces of 70s/80s The Fall.
Another Print Head release means another perfect storm of weird-ass excentric, chaotic but often unexpectedly melodious garage- and post punk shit, this time around coming across like an odd mixture of contemporary groups of the vaguely egg-related variety with the sluggish grooves of the UV Race and old british Acts like Swell Maps, early Mekons.