Vangas - Dog Walker /​ Waltz In E Minor

At­lanta noise rock­ers Van­gas stay beau­ti­ful­ly un­con­ven­tion­al on their new 7" via Chun­klet. On the A-side, a slow-burn­ing groove creeps along to­ward an in­evitable erup­tion at its mid­point, where shit fi­nal­ly gets weird. The even more un­pleas­ant B-side then re­minds me quite a bit of their Port­land noise rock con­tem­po­raries Mar­riage + Can­cer or cana­di­ans Near­ly Dead.

Gunky - Ectoplastic

This de­but EP by Philadel­phia band Gunky is kind of an odd and de­li­ciois bas­tard of (post-)punk and noise, bold­ly plun­der­ing its way through large por­tions of un­der­ground punk his­to­ry. I think i hear some echoes of MX-80 and mid-eight­ies Son­ic Youth, The Men­tal­ly Ill and of ear­ly Sac­cha­rine Trust's pro­to post­core. In oth­er mo­ments, their sound re­minds me of more re­cent bands, the likes of like Pat­ti or Plax.

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Maximum Roach - Dry Rot

This group, prob­a­bly from Phoenix, Ari­zona, sets up some chem­i­cal­ly un­sta­ble noise punk shit weld­ed to a garagecore rock­et dri­ve ready to blow up in your face. At times you might feel pleas­ant­ly re­mind­ed of acts like Beast Fiend, Anx­i­ety, Bo Gritz or Mys­tic Inane.

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Punter - Demo

An­oth­er batch of awe­some garage punk with an oc­ca­sion­al hard­core edge from the ever re­li­able mel­bourne scene. At times, Punter's mu­sic has a fran­tic qual­i­ty rem­i­nis­cent of Jack­son Reid Brig­gs & The Heaters, com­bined with the slight­ly more ground­ed garage sound of Civic or ear­li­er Vaguess, with the latter's pop in­stincts as well as some Pist Id­iots-style dra­ma boil­ing over at the EP's most an­themic mo­ment, A Minute's Si­lence.

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Alien Nosejob - Suddenly Everything Is Twice As Loud

I'm not sure if Alien Nose­job cur­rent­ly ex­ist as a full blown band, but at least for their sec­ond long play­ing ef­fort, Jake Robert­son (Aus­muteants, School Dam­age, Leather Tow­el, Hi­ero­phants, etc.) has been record­ing every­thing on his own. While the last few re­leas­es turned out to be a rather wild and un­pre­dictable ride - touch­ing on Pow­er-/Jan­gele Pop, Synth Pop and Hard­core Punk among oth­er things - Alien Nosejob's newest al­bum is an un­ex­pect­ed­ly con­sis­tent work most­ly op­er­at­ing in a spec­trum of sad pow­er pop and more fa­mil­iar Aus­muteants style garage fare, wrapped in a warm and fuzzy ana­log aes­thet­ic vary­ing from mid- to high fi­deli­ty. With­out ex­cep­tion, these songs are top rate stuff, just clas­sic Robert­son at his best.

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Iron Cages - January 2020 Tour Promo

On their newest EP, Washington's Iron Cages give us three ex­cel­lent new blasts of garag­i­fied hard­core punk which in­di­cate mas­sive step for­ward for the band, to­wards a more com­pact and co­her­ent sound friends of stuff along the lines of Fried Egg, Punk Gui­tars, Cü­lo, Anx­i­ety or Elec­tric Chair will sure­ly ap­pre­ci­ate.

Trashdog - Dipshitticus

What a beau­ti­ful­ly de­ranged kind of mess, the sec­ond Al­bum by Trash­dog a.k.a. An­drew Jack­son, the dude al­so re­spon­si­ble for Austin, Texas la­bel Dig­i­tal Hot­dogs. I didn't ex­pect a lot of nor­mal­cy here to be­gin with, but nonethe­less i'm kind of as­ton­ished by the mas­sive amount of top notch good­ness scat­tered wild­ly across this record, es­pe­cial­ly af­ter i found Trashdog's first ef­fort to be of some­what in­con­sis­tent qual­i­ty. Rough­ly one third here con­sists of dumb jokes and var­i­ous shades of fuck­ing around. An­oth­er third turns out to be bril­liant­ly weird and in­ven­tive songcraft in a spec­trum of garage punk, pow­er pop, synth-/elec­tro punk and a tiny hint of glam. And as for the re­main­ing third, i'm some­what un­de­cid­ed in which of the first two cat­e­gories i should file that stuff. The whole of it makes for an awe­some, if at times over­whelm­ing, dis­ori­ent­ing roller coast­er ride. Some kind of white al­bum on stu­pid pills.

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Moist Boy - Deep Rest

Moist Boy from New Bed­ford, Mass­a­chu­setts are one of the rare cas­es in which a band comes some­what close to what you could call pop punk with­out im­me­di­ate­ly piss­ing me off. But for me, that's hav­ing most to do with in­cred­i­bly low stan­dards in that par­tic­u­lar genre rather than an aver­sion to sim­ple, straight­for­ward melodies. Pop punk bands just tend to fuck up even the most ba­sic, fun­da­men­tal com­po­nents of de­cent punk rock.
Moist Boy don't suck in the slight­est and that's thanks to first rate song­writ­ing abil­i­ties, an ad­e­quate­ly tight and punchy per­for­mance and - to counter the sweet catchy­ness of their melodies - a dis­tinct garage edge as well as some rather dark lyri­cal con­tent. Qual­i­ty stuff through­out and re­quired lis­ten­ing if you ap­pre­ci­ate bands like Cheap Whine, Dark Thoughts, Steve Adamyk Band… maybe even The Marked Men!

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The Chats - Identity Theft

High Risk Be­hav­ior re­leas­es March 27th via Bar­gain Bin Records.