This weeks prime exhibit unearthed from the bermuda triangle of Garage-, Synth- and Eggpunk-related dementia comes from a bunch of hungarian folks letting loose a racket that leaves nothing be desired for connoiseurs of the genre, scratching an itch similar to well known genre entities á la Ghoulies, Research Reactor Corp., Slimex, Gee Tee or Set-Top Box.
I overlooked this this gem by South Carolina dude or band Sid Eargle the first time around so i'm glad the greek label Body Blows shoved this in my face a second time. Hidden inbetween a mess of instrumentals and interludes there's also an excellent album to be found plundering away at oldschool garage and punk history with an undeniable Dead Boys vibe, among other things.
This neat little tape on Phoenix, Arizona label Total Peace delivers yet another burst of rough-as-fuck noise-infested hardcore punk with a weirdly melodic undercurrent to bash your head against.
Back from the literal ashes of a certain practice space apocalypse, noise rockers Trigger Cut return as strong and vital as ever with their newest LP which sees the group increasingly carving out their own little place inside their genre while skillfully paying hommage to numerous classics all the while - think of shit like Bastro, Distorted Pony, anything Albini-related… also some real surprises here, like the opener Water Fukkery, having a melodic oldschool emo-/postcore vibe to it reminiscent of classic acts in the vicinity of Drive Like Jehu, Autoclave, Quicksand or Jawbox. Without question this is their most diverse, inventive and playful record to date.
A super effective bunch of straightforward punk smashers by a Perth grounp - simple at first glance yet always carefully constructed for maximum impact. Plausible comparisons from recent years would include bands such as Xetas, Cool Jerks, Flowers of Evil or Dead Years while from long before that, you might see flashes of Naked Raygun, Laughing Hyenas, Hot Snakes, Man Sized Action and the like…
Just a quck hint here about three excellent new tapes courtesey of the ever-reliable 11 PM Records. The post-/math-/weirdcore powerhouse Rolex doesn't need any introduction, i think, delivering a snappy three-and-a-half minutes long fireworks of eleborate, hyperactice and chaotic postcore. Phantom then represent something of an opposite to that with oldschool hardcore punk of the most primal and unruly kind. Z-Pak, last but not least, appear to to combine the qualities of both aforementioned acts. What's not to love about that?