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Clamm's follow-up to their already strong 2020 debut Beseech Me is a massive leap forward for the melbourne group and a stunningly confident achievement. Their garage punk driven forward with unrelenting force is somewhat reminiscent of last-decade acts like Ex Cult and Sauna Youth or of more recent stuff in the vein of Flat Worms, The Cowboy or their local contemporaries Hideous Sun Demon. Apart from that, their songs often have a slight psychedelic nudge to them not unlike Destruction Unit or Hamer while, in other places, there is some dark post punk undercurrent present reminding me of Constant Mongrel or early Low Life.
A new EP by that Falmouth, UK goup consisting of most of Internal Credit's members, including Charlie Murphy here on guitar and vocals - the dude's also in Freak Genes and The Red Cords. Their newest EP picks up right where the last one left off, which means that once again excellent songwriting chops collide with melodic and melancholy, clearly Wipers influenced post- and garage punk which fans of Nervosas, The Estranged, Daylight Robbery, Radioactivity or Anxious Living should by no means miss out on.
More incredibly bonkers shit out of the belgian Belly Button Records orbit. What we get on this dude's debut EP under the Nubot555 moniker (previously the culprit has been doing shit as King Dick) is some garage- and electro punk mayhem of the overwhelmingly egg-ish variety. These lo-fi gems manage to counterbalance all their quirky weirdnes with plenty of smarts and creative energy, making for an impressive debut easily standing out even in its fairly crowded genre pool. I'd say Egg Idiot have found their match here.
On their first full length effort, this Stockholm group kicks up an excellent fuss divided into snappy to-the-point punk blasts taking place somewhere between the poles of garage punk, hard- and postcore with certain parallels to acts like Tenement Rats, Sick Thoughts and early Teenanger on the more garage-leaning side of things as well as garage-infused postcore acts such as Video, Crisis Man, Ascot Stabber, Batpiss, Flowers Of Evil.
You can't go wrong with any new release by that UK garage-/synth punk duo teaming up Proto Idiot's Andrew Anderson with Charly Murphy of groups such as The Red Cords, Internal Credit and Isolation. After exploring a more cold, minimal synth aesthetic sound on their previous LP, this one presents them in a somewhat fuller sound and probably at their catchiest so far, channeling primarily the spirit of first-wave synth punk acts á la Primitive Calculators, Nervous Gender, Screamers, Units, Minimal Man and of course Devo (duh!), while from the current landscape, comparisons to Isotope Soap or Alien Nosejob in full-on electro mode may be drawn as well.
