No wonder this shit feels familiar. The Wind-Ups is a new solo project of none other than Jake Sprecher of Terry Malts and Smokescreens fame. Much rawer and louder than any of his other groups have dared to sound recently (albeit not quite reaching early Terry Malts levels of speed and fuzzyness), this at times sounds like a fusion of Terry Malts' melodicity with slightly post punk-leaning garage groups like Tyvek or Parquet Courts, while in other moments you can sense a breeze of The Spits, Ricky Hell or anything Reatard(s)-related. Yet when he goes all-in on power pop, there are some undeniable british invasion vibes emanating from his arrangements and compositions.
Phew… this thing must've been mixed/mastered by a deaf person. I'm pretty much used to all kinds of sonic extremes by now but this must be the first time ever that i can't bear listening to a thing without at least applying some heavy EQ. Maybe the actual cassette release is less painful to listen to though…
Otherwise this thing kicks butt with unerring precision. Don't know how i managed to overlook this so far but somehow stupid me needed another reminder in the form of a (digital only?) reissue on Goodbye Boozy to finally notice its qualities. These texans play some pretty wild and unpredictable amalgamation of post- and garage punk, noise rock and postcore which you might, at different points, compare to groups like Patti, Cutie, Rolex, Mystic Inane or Brandy.
Another kickass EP by this Philadelphia group. This time they crank up the garage factor considerably while maintaining their taste for oldschool proto-noise rock and -sludge. Think of a curious mix between NY's Cutie and aussie garage groups like Mini Skirt, Pist Idiots on a collision course with old-timey noisemakers of the U-Men, Scientists, X (Sydney, not L.A.) variety plus a slight touch of Mudhoney.
Whoosh! The second EP by Stockholm group Wails holds yet another perfectly solid batch of noise-infused high-octane straightforward garage punk tracks, a sound somewhere inbetween the sonic virtues of powerhouses such as The Cowboy, Sauna Youth, Ex-Cult and True Sons Of Thunder.
Pretty awesome noisecore shit is flushing out the ear canals on this debut EP by a group with members strewn all across Berlin, Leipzig and Bonn. This certainly has some touches of Acrylics, Vulture Shit, Soupcans and Stinkhole… or maybe of an alternate universe incarnation of No Trend, Flipper and Broken Talent played at triple speed.
Roughly four years after their last sign of life we quite unexpectedly get another fine EP from this Vancouver group, who pulled off a flawless first EP in 2016/17, followed by a somewhat disappointing, slightly undercooked second effort. On this one, however, they're back in their zone and alternate between two excellent in-your-face rippers and another pair of slower, more melancholic songs demanding a bit more patience from the listener but culminating in a worthy payoff. As before, they remind me a lot of a more melancholic, subdued and melodic incarnation of Rank Xerox, Sarcasm or Sievehead.
Speaking of the devil… here's the latest venture of the mighty Warttman empire and it's yet another beauty to behold. Four rough gems of catchy garage punk and power pop that, of all the Warttman-related groups, reminds me most of R.F.M.C. and Satanic Togas, albeit with a certain southern rock (in this particular case… southern what, actually??) bent bearing some similarity to what you heard on early Sheer Mag EPs.
Not only do Warttman-affiliated australians Research Reactor Corp. and Barcelona's Prison Affair have a lot in common in terms of their Lo-Fi garage aesthetics, but also both of them had earlier EPs reissued by Erste Theke Tonträger at some point. Thus, it makes perfect sense for them to join forces on this kick-ass new split-EP on ETT that once again is guaranteed to satisfy connoisseurs of all the finer things inside the realm of weird-ass yet catchy-as-hell garage punk goodness.
Berlin group Skeleton Glove have already put out a bunch of demos, all of which suffered to a varying extent from their Lo-Fi production values, so it's nice to finally hear them in a sound that does their sheer sonic force justice. The result is every bit as good as i could've hoped for, their ultra-primal brand of post- and hardcore punk with flourishes of death rock and garage never failing to hit where it hurts the most.
This EP by Kyoto group LLRR is a real treat! Post punk that's simultaneously catchy and abrasive, often danceable, sometimes leaning towards math rock structures and oldschool no-wave-funky in other places. A rock-solid rhythm section creates the ideal space for guitarist Yuzuru Sano's unruly yet often quite melodic eruptions of noise to unfold as well as the hypnotic chants by vocalist Minami Yokota, the latter being interwoven into the rhythmic foundation to a degree seldem heard from contemporary groups.
