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A new batch of lo-fi viking synth punk madness from that Schleswig dude who at this point doesn't need an introduction i think, having crafted a very unique niche of his own with a string of EPs and singles over the short span of less than a year. His newest one is another strong beast oscillating between snappy garage punk smashers and throbbing dance floor rough-ups.
More forceful garage punk shit out of Grand Rapids, Michigan equipped with a healthy dose of hardcore thrust, alternating between the sonic patterns of acts as diverse as Protruders, Hank Wood and the Hammerheads, Strange Attractor, Jackson Reid Briggs, Sauna Youth or Crisis Man.
Simple and stupid, raw and primitive garage smashers abound on these Swedes' new LP, kinda like a middle ground between acts like Sick Thoughts, Buck Biloxi and the Fucks, Bart and the Brats, Achtungs or Freakees. Also some traces of Dead Moon and The Spits may be hidden in here as well as a certain KBD vibe highly suggestive of The Mentally Ill.
Three fifths of this EP have already trickled out very slowly in the form of demos and digital singles. Finally, we can witness the thing in full now. I'd say the Nashville outfit have found their own unique little niche inside a crowded pool of egg-related weirdness, their jangly garage punk detonations shrunken to microscopic scale… a bit like a super-muted incarnation of R.M.F.C. with additional hints of Print Head, Neo Neos or early Erik Nervous.
A catchy-as-fuck attack of melodic garage punk fun with a bit of synth action goin' in some tunes, an abundance of '77 tunefulness in others. Admirers of Sick Thoughts, Cherry Cheeks, Booji Boys, Erik Nervous or TJ Cabot are sure gonna approve.
