More excellent hardcore shit from this Dartmouth, Nova Scotia group on what i consider their most appealing release so far, mixing some classic early eighties hardcore attack with lots of garage-y hooks, '77- and KBD-era melodicism. If the likes of Jacket Burner, Buck Biloxi or Bart And The Brats were to record a hardcore punk record, this is just about what i'd imagine it to sound like.
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Oh hey, right on time to that other dog-themed group, here's new shit from the only band in the world not called The Dogs and while Dog Lips of Portsmouth, New Hampshire may have had some similarity to that group around the time of their first EP in 2022, they've already evolved away from that with their previous Danger Forward LP at the very latest, on which they dabbled in more of a Post Punk sound, though not without some distinct hints and flashbacks towards their garage punk past. Their newest one then feels like a straight continuation of that stuff at first but also keeps morphing and evolving their style of quite catchy post punk that more often than not reminds me of such groups which started out in the past decade like Flat Worms, The Cowboy, early Protomartyr, Plax or Speed Week.
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Portland death rockers Excess Blood's 2024 self-titled EP on Impotent Fetus was pretty fucking good already and on their recent follow-up, they sorta stick even closer to a pretty oldschool goth/post punk/death rock formula, so much that in the first seconds of Turn To Stone you'd almost think they're about to segue right into a cover Joy Division's Transmission. Usually that kind of thing doesn't sound like the most attractive proposition to me on paper, but i gotta admit even the most traditional sounding records of that ilk aren't all created equal and the devil is in the details really. On this one, all those details add up admirably - the tunes, the vibes, the performance and attitude, it's all perfectly on point here, making for a record that sounds kinda old-fashioned but, unlike so many similar bands, not the least bit dull or stale.
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After a number of EPs which at first may have come off as all vibes and attitute with rather little in terms of substance, that thing has gradually improved over time and now i'll say the welsh group has just released what may count as their most substantial release so far with their newest EP via Gob Nation, which i'll also admit i like quite a bit more than most of the other only bands called the dogs. This is no more and no less than an all-killer batch of simple but dead-on-target '77-ish, sleazed-up garage punk tunes making you wanna smash some shit.
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Quality hardcore shit courtesy of a Tokyo group which blends some distinctly '90s school of post-thrash-era (not the website, haha…) hardcore riffing with a particularly japanese-sounding melange of NWOBHM-infused garage-, speed- and motörpunk… you could almost say right in time for that new Guitar Wolf record just to remind us in what corner of the world this particular sausage has been made particularly tasty and consistently for many, many years now.
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Brilliant garage-/egg-/synth punk fare on this neat debut EP by some Montreal-based dude or group that i completely missed when it was first released as their contribution to Demo Fest 2025. Now here's my second chance and damn, this is some good shit right here! The toy keyboard-meets-hammond-organ sound of the first two tracks brings me right back to some earlier days of (proto-) egg madness and particularly of those Mark Cone records from 2016/'17 respectively, while the next pair of tunes has a bit more of an electronic, industrial yet still absolutely playful feel somewhere inbetween the worlds of, say, Beef and R. Clown, before the closing track, a Violet Femmes cover tune, quite plausibly gives away one of the primary inspirations for this whole mess.
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In a week not particularly lacking in way-above-average hardcore punk releases, this one takes the cake in my opinion, not that last year's digital single Plastic Disease hadn't warned us of what's been coming though... This is some freewheeling, viciously creative shit reminding me of some of the most far-out acts the past two decades had to offer in the artcore, hard- and weirdcore sectors like Big Bopper, Patti, Rolex, Brandy, Mystic Inane, Beast Fiend, Cutie, Fugitive Bubble, Septic Yanks or Liquid Assets, to name just a few. I need more of that shit fast!
This record came pretty much out of the blue, to me at least, when it was announced in January, though it appears these tunes and the group behind them - featuring members of Total Control, Den and R.M.F.C. among others - have been brewing for a couple of years already, with some this shit apparently originating from a previous group named KX Aminal which, to my best knowledge, has never made it out of Australia or released any music so i guess i can be forgiven for not being in the loop. Anyway, expectations were high on this one and i'm glad to say it turned out every bit as good a record as anyone could have hoped for, their sound incorporating elements recognisable from all three of these better known bands, yet succeeding in taking that aesthetic to some fairly unexpected places in how they weave familiar post punk flavors with a great deal of new age ethereal spaciousness, kraut-y motorik repetition, further hints of '70s art rock and even a slight folk-ish bent reminiscent to NZ Post Punkers Trust Punks or their Belin-based successors Dead Finks into an epic, deeply atmospheric, sprawling and otherwordly hallucinogenic trip that is clearly meant to be ingested in one go - yeah, this is a prime example of an increasingly rare thing these days - an honest to dog capital-a album rather than just ten songs pressed on an record and no doubt this will be among the classiest punk things you get to hear this year.
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Holyoke, Massachusetts group Landowner, one of the most unique voices in contemporary post punk, now has their fifth long-playing record out via Exploding In Sound Records and a good ten years in, they still show no signs of wear in their mimimalist and abstract approach on post punk and postcore that, despite their influence on younger bands becoming increasingly obvious in recent years, is still unmistakably very much their own. If anything, both their compositions and lyrics only have gotten sharper and a good bit darker over time with anything resembling a sense of ironic detachment coming off as nothing more than a psychic self-defense measure, necessary to keep your own sanity when confronting these tunes' existential subject matter while we all know that - in contrast to the way Linear Age frames human history as a succesion of unlocked and at times questionable achievements like in some bizarre sort of strategic simulation game - the actual universe won't grant us a second shot at existence and we're absolutely shitting the bed at every conceivable level right now.
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Here's yet another delicious treat of oldschool, occasionally 77-ish garage punk goodnes of the highly addictive, catchy-as-hell variety, unleashed on the 5th EP already by a group from Long Beach, California. On this one, they're considerably roughin' up their sound and it fits their new songs really well, neat little accomplishments on their own by not being overly reliant on the basic magic of its decades-old main ingredients, instead reinforcing the old-fashioned tunes and stuctures with a good deal of rock-solid songwriting substance to rest on.
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