…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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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…
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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.
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Safety Net Be With You
Success The Fool
Nervous Triggers Radiation Suit
Dudd Dilemma I'm No Phony!
Silicon Heartbeat X-22
Finale Mi Cambio Climático
Cherry Cheeks Trauma Bar
Mateo Manic Escalator To A Black Hole
Smirk Cop Caller
Metdog Bins At Barkley Square
Pinch Points Reasons To Be Anxious
Liquid Lunch Dirty Hands
Letha Runnin'
Rude Television Death of Me
Strange Colours Say What You Want to Say
Rik and the Pigs Off/On
Pack Rat Next Time Hit Me
Repulsion Switch Berlin
The Monsters I Love You
Schizos I'm Always First
Zhoop Fighting For Control
Semtex 87 Robbed You
Body Cam Hit And Run
Peoples Temple Peoples Temple
Ztuped I Can't Stand the Light
Imploders Beatin' On The Brain
Hot Load Divine Trainwreck
Honey Radar Medium Mary Todd
Hungry Man Same Mistake
Big Heet Octogenarians
Christian Fitness Guildford Specific
Art Halk Pavillon
Al Pacinos Sister I Can Tell You're Not From Round Here
Tommy Cossack Down On The Ground
Tics Dopehead
Traps PS Relics
Alien Nosejob Crusader of Coles
Mystery Girl Loveline
Invecil Las cucarachas vuelan
Mononegatives Terminal Voices
Pleaser The Dream
Stalled Minds Led By Instinct
Sewer Brigade Barcelona
The Chisel What Was Mine
Glaas Easy Living
Gyrate Sick, the Better
Ugly Twin Let You Down
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.
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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.
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This Minneapolis group's debut EP delivers four first-rate bangers made up of medium-fidelity DIY garage punk consistently wandering on the genre's weirder side and thus in the good company of groups like Satanic Togas, Alien Nosejob, Research Reactor Corp., R.M.F.C. or Erik Nervous.
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The 2019 demo by this Washington, D.C. group had its very own thrills already, but their debut 7" on 11 PM Records is a different kind of beast altogether, way more focused in its vision and benefiting from increased production values. The opening track Blood Runs Through is the prime example here for what makes them special - a general catchyness and sense of melody rarely heard in contemporary hardcore punk collides with straightforward riffs that often seem to originate from the oldschool "heavy" metal playbook rather than classic hardcore, woven into slightly eccentric song structures that always have a surprise or two up their sleeves. At their best, they kinda come across like an unlikely fusion of Cülo and Naked Raygun.
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Damn, that's some top-notch quality oldschool postcore shit here, the kind capable of transporting middle-aged fucks like me into higher spheres, elaborate yet unpretentious and with a melodic sensibility that evokes the glory days of Volcano Suns, Moving Targets and Mission of Burma. The monumental opening suite, on the other hand, kinda reminds me of Dragoon, the opening behemoth of Bitch Magnet's final album Ben Hur. Otherwise, 90s Dischord influences rule supreme here with ubiquitous echoes of the likes of Autoclave, Bluetip, Hoover, Crownhate Ruin, Kerosene 454, early Jawbox… you name it! And yeah, of course there's also a bit of Fugazi going on but i'd say they're far from a primary influence here. Hungry Man are able to pull off all that without coming across like a dull ripoff and rather like a band who values its influences, yet perfectly stands on its own two feet, speaking into the present day with their own voice.
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A kickass little demo from some Buenos Aires group or person, standing with one foot in the contemporary puddle of lockdown-induced DIY garage punk, the other one immersed deep into layers of early eighties hardcore punk with a little bit of that certain KBD-style grime on top. Simple, economic and effective.
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One of Spain's best kept secrets has finally made it into the garage punk big league as evidenced by their new 7" on Slovenly Recordings, containing what is without doubt their strongest set of tunes yet, confident and catchy as fuck while keeping their distinct weirdo edge intact, finding a perfect middle ground between the particular eccentricities of acts like Erik Nervous, Reality Group, R.M.F.C. or Neo Neos.
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