New shit from Nick Vicario aka Smirk, also known as part of such potent punk powerhouses as Public Eye, Crisis Man und Cemento. His second LP carries more of his eclectic post- and garage punk extravaganza sourced out of a generous grab bag of punk samples, bearing fleeting similarities to such diverse acts as ISS, Institute, Alien Nosejob, Cherry Cheeks, Uranium Club, Reality Group or Marbled Eye.
Dumb and simplistic garage-/synth punk shit from Sweden that won't fail to energize fans of the likes of Liquid Face, The Spits, Ausmuteants, Sex Mex, Mateo Manic, Slimex, Powerplant, Buck Biloxi and the Fucks… pick your poison!
Damn, unforgivable how i could overlook this kickass tape already released this summer, containing delicilously excentric Lo-Fi post punk shit giving off a heavy smell of Desperate Bicycles, Swell Maps, early Mekons plus any random artifact of 80s cassette culture as well as some New Order-ish vibes in the closing track Dog Having Its Day.
You know what's really been missing recently? A new dungeon punk scorcher! This artifact of unclear origin goes the buzzsaw synthpunk-meets-black-metal route and does a formidable job at getting you into the mood for some skull-splitting action in the musty catacombs.
The second LP by that Duo featuring none other than Spray Paint's Cory Plump as well as some mysterious Chris, who has in some capacity worked with Les Savy Fav, Trans Am and Scene Creamers in the past, delivers more of their addictive melange of post punk and noise rock with that certain industrial feel, as experimental as it's hypnotic and catchy all the same. Maybe it's just due to the mix and mastering, but the sonic spectrum appears somewhat decluttered here compared to the predecessor with an at times less claustrophobic, more natural feel and plenty of room to breathe. Still tons of Swell Maps or, alternately, Exek vibes to go around though and there's even a hint of Protomartyr in Rotting Profits, some echoes of Wire in Florida Gasoline.