After the more vicious attack of their 2020 debut album, Mexico City group Cosas Illegales take a sharp turn towards a more melodic, somewhat eggpunk-related approach to their electrically driven garage punk. As before, groups such as S.B.F., Race Car and Kid Chrome might serve as useful comparisons but as of late, i'd add stuff like Prison Affair and Set-Top Box to that list as well as a spoonful of Metal Urbain / Dr. Mix and the Remix.
Three hardcore releases especially stuck out this week, all of 'em more or less treading off the genre's beaten paths. The most conventionally sounding - relatively speaking of course - is the EP by People's Temple on NY label RoachLeg Records, giving us an extremely tuneful variation on 80s hardcore, at times coming across like a blend of Circle Jerks with early-to-middle-era Naked Raygun and with occasional flourishes of Hüsker Dü to boot. Of more recend Bands, Fried E/m might also fit the bill. Hickey's tape on Archfiend records then infuses contemporary strands of garage-, synth- and eggpunk weirdness with plenty of oldschool hardcore energy, along the way also evoking the some vibes of Flipper, Spike in Vain, Broken Talent… With this release, we might just be entering the eggcore era! Montreal's Hood Rats operate in a vaguely similar territory, also having a sound grounded in garage punk brimming with lo-fi eggpunk quirkyness just as much as with an unkempt KBD energy and the tunes to make it stick.
A new EP by brazilian eggpunk's prime mover Cool Sorcery aka Marcos Assis. His sound is becoming more ambitious with each new release and accordingly, the newest one is another delightful structured mess, seemingly drawing just as much unlikely inspiration from 70's hard- and progressive rock as it does from the current garage- and synthpunk scene.
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.
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.
Always a nice thing to have in your house these ghoulies… The Perth group's newest EP might be their most catchy and upbeat batch of tunes so far and should please the discerning connoisseur of garage-/synth/eggpunk phenomena in the vicinity of, say, Research Reactor Corp, Cherry Cheeks, Alien Nosejob, Satanic Togas… just to name a few.
More insanity to make your brain hurt from that certain Leipzig garage-/synth punk outfit fucking around, as the name would suggest, only in the eggiest corners of eggdom. Full of hooks and catchy most of the time, weird as fuck all of the time. Friends of shit á la Nuts, Set-Top Box, Metdog, Nubot555 and Dee Bee Rich are gonna have another ball with this.
Debut tape of a Perth duo featuring folks otherwise known from Ghoulies and Aborted Tortoise… just as you'd expect from that, this thing fucking rips! A Lo-Fi DIY garage punk vibe meets some oldschool melodious '77 simplicity, occasionally also crossing over into rather contemporary sounding post punk- and egg-related territories. This is out on Goodbye Boozy and Under The Gun Records but this shit would also fit right in with the Warttman posse so it's probably no coincidence that some dude also involved with Tee Vee Repairman and Satanic Togas contributed some creative input here as well.
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.
A nice little battery of vaguely egg-ish garage punk and fuzz pop combining more recent weirdness à la Print Head or Freak Genes with a good measure of Desperate Bicycles, some early Flying Nun Records vibes - especially The Clean and The Stones - a touch of C86 pop (as in Cowboys Aren't Real) or also: loads of random 80s cassette culture artifacts that might or might not have cropped up on some Messthetics/Homework/Hyped To Death compilation over the years.