Sydney's Daughter Bat And The Lip Stings, who've already been making some waves with a whole shitload of fun EPs in 2020, are now returning with their strongest selection of tuneful garage punk, fuzz- and power pop smashers so far, their knack for catchy hooks provoking thoroughly flattering comparisons to the likes of Booji Boys, Radioactivity, Royal Headache or Sweet Reaper.
…and here's yet another short and sweet artifact of vaguely egg-related garage punk by some NJ person. This shit plays out like a mix of Alien Nosejob in HC 7" mode, S.B.F. and Connie Voltaire's hardcore-focussed projects. Also, good call transforming two slow, boring tracks into exciting, fast tracks through the wonders of cutting edge pitch adjustment technology.
This dude from Watford, UK does a lot of things wrong here and i totally fucking love it. You know, like… squeezing 8 songs, 12 minutes of fuzzed out garage rock on a 7" and have that thing spin at 33 RPM for extra negative fidelity. Also, who needs sophistication and nuance in their music if we can simply have everything be very, very loud at all times? Why write a song using three chords if we can do it with just one? Yeah, don't expect anything too smart about this EP but the sheer shambolic intensity makes up for it perfectly. At some points this sounds like an MC5 worshipping incarnation of early The Men clashing with Destruction Unit while more recent groups like Hamer and Super-X aren't too far off either.
A cute 'lil happy pill of an EP by some Adelaide dude, spanning a quite versatile range of garage punk made up of bits and pieces reminiscent of acts like Strange Attractor, S.B.F., Useless Eaters, R.M.F.C. as well as a very slight hint of Uranium Club… all of that gets compacted into five asskicking gems plus interludes.
A bleak mix of post punk, death rock and anarcho punk with a generous dose of Flipper-esque dissonance is what we get on this Galesburg, Illinois project's current longplayer, charmingly crude at times and presuming a high tolerance of digital clipping on the listener's part. Otherwise this stays well inside the genre's usual parameters most of the time yet avoids becoming too repetitive and predictable. Fans of Disjoy, Padkarosda or Clock Of Time will surely get a kick out of this.
A kickass new split EP combining the forces of two New Jersey groups i wasn't aware of before. Nylon strike all the right chords with me by way of a garage-/post punk hybrid sound roughly in the neighborhood of early Teenanger, Public Eye, Vintage Crop and Marbled Eye while Operants play things a bit more straight, first setting off a garage banger of the Ex-Cult, Civic, The Living Eyes or Sauna Youth variety, followed up by a slightly more post punk-leaning, synth-heavy track giving off a strongly muteant smell.
Another rock solid batch of rhythmic post punk gymnastics by some usual suspects of the Berlin scene. Sound-wise it won't get more Berlin-esque than this and you also might call Liiek a bit of a one-trick pony, however, that particular trick still works admirably on me and has never been done with such precision engineering by this group before. Think of a mix between Pigeon, Diät, Negative Space, Institute and Nag, boiled down to their raw essentials. Blah blah "concise vision" or something, i guess…
A curious little beast, this cassette by some NY dude brought to us via Portland's Spared Flesh Records. Disjointed and fragmentary at times, yet rarely devoid of a catchy melody. There's certainly a bit of a no wave influence in there but most of the time i'd say there's a weird and chaotic transcontinental mashup at play here with clear echoes of early british post punk, specifically of Wire, Swell Maps, The Fall, Early Mekons… colliding with decidedly american folk and roots elements as well of random anomalies straight out of the 1980s cassette culture both sides of the pond. I guess admirers of Australia's Wireheads will also get a kick out of this and it appears the man in charge here has also had a hand in Hobocop, which makes perfect sense to me as well.
Garage-/synth-/electro punk from Cleveland, Ohio that carves out its own little place in the current landscape of similar groups by way of a certain psychedelic haze, kinda like a mix between The Spits, Silicon Heartbeat and Smirk, observed through some dense Chrome- or Metal Urbain-esque fog. Or you might describe it as some kind of garage punk incarnation of Murderer's hallucinogenic cowpunk nightmarescapes.
This Demo of by a NYC group is an explosive ripper that doesn't even try to squeeze any new nuances out of a style of ultra-oldschool hardcore punk that could plausibly have originated from any point in time for the last 4+ decades, instead shredding through that very old formula as forceful as it's ever gonna get with conviction, persistence, unerring aim and precision.