Insanely appealing shit, this demo by Sydney group The Moids. What starts out with your kinda standard lo-fi electric beats propelling forward a subliminally egg-ish garage punk sound á la S.B.F., 3D & the Holograms or Witch Piss, gains way more of a rough oldschool KBD quality from the second track Maitland Man going forward, reminiscent more of such groups as Launcher, Liquid Assets, Freakees and Mystic Inane, while Long Week has a stripped-down art rock feel not unlike the earliest Peace de Résistance releases.
The debut EP of this Auckland, NZ group feels a lot like a welcome throwback to the early days of (proto-)eggpunk to me in how they combinine a sound somewhat akin to the likes of early Erik Nervous, Hobocop, Coneheads, Neo Neos, Skull Cult and an up-and-coming young Billiam with plenty of an oldschool abrasive garage punk edge not so often heard from the more recent wave of eggheads. No complaints here, that shit still works.
Over the last couple years, Shrudd of Louiseville, Kentucky consistently upped their game with each new release and yet i’m gonna say their newest one is playing in a different league altogether, such an amazing leap from anything they’ve done before. Where their previous work cycled through numerous subgenres but had an undeniable egg-ish quality in common especially on their most recent bunch of EPs, this one moves way beyond that with the opener M.M.I.T.L. still bearing the closest resemblance to their previous work with kind of a Ghoulies vibe before Stagnant shows the first subtle harbinger of a darker, more psychedelic-leaning overall vibe reminiscent of the likes of Useless Eaters, Pow!, Electric Prawns 2 and Mononegatives, which really kicks into gear with the slightly Powerplant-esque aura of Bodies. EMT on the other hand has quite a bit of a classic blues-y, slightly cowpunk-ish garage vibe to itself, followed by Gift where they’re going into full spaced-out acid punk overdrive. And in such a vein it continues, gradually expanding their sonic color plaette with almost every new tune. So basically, here we have the newest example of a band growing the fuck up and branching out from their humble eggpunk beginnings towards new horizons, which i guess is gonna make ex-Lumpy Martin Meyer kinda happy and it makes me quite happy too cos this shit is so freakin’ good!
Punk’s dungeon era shows no signs of slowing down yet, newest evidence being this tape by a dude from Santa Fe, Argentinia – first self-released on his bandcamp this summer – which is now being reissued via the ever-busy niche label Grime Stone Records and blends in seamlessly with their roster in creating a sound that juxtaposes the most basic and DIY true- and black metal spoofs with some mid-to-late eighties-style punk moshing and tons of cute and goofy eggpunk fun and melodicism. Also, over on the guy’s bandcamp, you’ll find even more of that same greatness in the form of a new Split EP with Corazón Sombrío, which, as the artwork suggests, seems to be the inverted, extra black-hearted mirror version of that same dude? Anyway, this is compulsory listening for any serious dungeon afficinado.
New fodder for soft-hearted eggheads comes from a (probably) Providence, Rhode Island based dude or possibly duo, delivering five first-rate fluffy and sugary power pop anthems in a modest, unpretentious eggpunk-ish guise quite similar to the likes of Gonk, Power Pants, Gee Tee, Music For Microwaves, 1-800 Mikey and Rude Television, with the song material itself being the main attraction here, never ceasing to amaze in its simple, straightforward pop glory.
The Beta Máximo dude’s new synth-driven project Sonic Youth Of Today shapes up to beome a tireless tune factory just as prolific as his former thing. EP number three kicks things off with a neat cover version of the greatest fake punk tune ever put to tape and probably one among the essential eggpunk foundational texts, Village People’s Food Fight, but the real meat of this EP are once again its three original tunes which are simply synth punk at its very best, every bit as throbbing and propulsive as they’re irresistible in their catchyness while carrying the unmistakable signature of its creator.
First-rate new eggpunk goodness comes to us from one-man-band bedroom project Walter Ego out of Aschaffenburg, Germany. While this shit no doubt dabbles in, at this point, quite familiar sounding territory with varying echoes of such genre powerhouses like Prision Affair, Billiam, Beer, Set-Top Box or Nuts, it also never fails to hit the spot dead-on in a perfectly dialed-in mid-fi aesthetic balancing garage crunch with eggpunk whims and quirks and on top of it all, Race The Alps and even more so the closing track Forevermore (In The Dungeon) are nothing short of certified instant genre classics.
For the last three years or so, Sprgrs of Granada, Spain have been an ever-present mainstay at the upper-mid tier of contemporary eggpunk groups and while they seem seem perfectly content with that status, reproducing the genre’s basic ingredients with workmanlike consistency, it should also have become abundantly clear that these dudes came to stay and ain’t going anywhere anytime soon. I’m fine with that, as there’s still pleny of fun to be had with their music even if the day may never come on which they finally transcend the genre’s self-imposed limitations. It’s a very burger-and-fries type of record and sometimes you’re just craving for ecactly that kind of musical junk food..
The Nashville, Tennessee eggpunk übergroup is back with a second LP that ain’t nearly as radical a departure from their previous work as the thumping electric beats of the preview track Worldwide would’ve had us believe at first. Rather, after the culture shock of their first LP which saw their first live band incarnation ripping through most of the early EPs’ material with unrelenting hardcore intensity, this new one is in parts a bit of a return to the playful and varied experimentation of their early days. Like with its predecessor, we’ve heard some of these tunes before in one form or another, most notably Subdivision, which has first been heard all the way back in 2022 on their Town Topic 7″ and the Beatles cover tune Come Together which goes even further back, first appearing on 2021’s G.T.R.R.C. III compilation, though both have been given a thorough makover here and so have most of the previously known tunes. What can is say, this album is yet another fun, glorious freakout of quirky, catchy noise on the fringes of garage- and post punk that never seems to run out of steam and ideas.
More exciting eggpunk of the minimalist and fuzz-heavy variety comes to us from this UK-based group whose tunes don’t do much to break the established patterns at first glance, but who fucking cares really when every single one hits the nail on the head so effortless and precise in an all-killer succession of snappy and catchy-as-fuck fuzz pop attacks that call to mind a mixture of, say, Elvis 2, Kid Chrome, Power Pants, S.B.F. and Satanic Togas.
