Damn, has this band from Alicante, Spain upped their game since their promising but still inconsistent 2024 EPs! This is a make of Garage- and Eggpunk that on one hand operates very much inside the templates set by predominantly spanish groups á la Prison Affair, Sprgrs, Finale, Pringue or US-based acolytes Beer, but does so with a raw and propulsive force missing from many lesser players in the subgenre and these dudes also got the catchy-ass tunes to match the breakneck energy of their performance.
I don't have that much insightful to say about this nice EP other than this Boise, Idaho group dabbles in a certain sub-niche carved out previously by groups like Prison Affair, Beer and maybe Set-Top Box, playing out kinda like an extra-crude version of that particular stretch of the eggpunk landscape and succeeding exactly because of that dissonant crudeness, even if it ain't adding anything new or novel to the mix here.
The Debut LP of these portuguese fellows delights with a flawless blend of synth-enhanced garage punk that on one hand often feels like a welcome throwback to an earlier, late-2010s era of electrified, egg-ish punk delirium of the Set-Top Box, Research Reactor Corp. variety with additional touches of Ausmuteants, S.B.F. and Kid Chrome's heavy-duty riffing, while all the same feeling stylistically equally well-connected to somewhat more recent artifacts by the likes of Beef, The Gobs, Kerozine, Factory City Children and, most of all, 3D and The Holograms. So, certainly not reinventing the wheel here but nonetheless this is fun and well-executed shit that any genre aficinado shouldn't miss out on.
Brilliant garage-/egg-/synth punk fare on this neat debut EP by some Montreal-based dude or group that i completely missed when it was first released as their contribution to Demo Fest 2025. Now here's my second chance and damn, this is some good shit right here! The toy keyboard-meets-hammond-organ sound of the first two tracks brings me right back to some earlier days of (proto-) egg madness and particularly of those Mark Cone records from 2016/'17 respectively, while the next pair of tunes has a bit more of an electronic, industrial yet still absolutely playful feel somewhere inbetween the worlds of, say, Beef and R. Clown, before the closing track, a Violet Femmes cover tune, quite plausibly gives away one of the primary inspirations for this whole mess.
This Cleveland, Ohio group weaves compact and simple gems of moderately spaced-out, egg-ish garage- and synth punk into a neat little package of catchy delirium that reminds me of a quite colorful bunch of groups á la Metdog, The Gobs, SGATV, Sex Mex, Hyperdog, Beta Máximo or Apero and this shit is every bit as good as any of these.
If there ever was such a thing as a covid bump for any artist, that must've been the case for Brooklyn healthpunk one-man-band Dr. Dence, although they already predated the pandemic by a good bit and certainly are still kinda topical with America going through a whole new wave of public health insanity. Anyway, the dude's newest EP presents him in what may be his best form yet, every one of these four slightly oldschool egg-ish smashers being a rock-solidly engineered burst of expertly shredding no-frills catchy garage punk goodness.
Our favorite ukrainian eggpunk odditiy Завірюга sure have shaken up their sound a good bit for their newest EP, doing away with the guitars altogether so the bass really takes center stage this time, complemented by minimalist synths and electronics that overall push these songs in a slighty noise rock- and industrial-leaning direction, resulting in what i consider their strongest and freshest record in a good while. Keep an eye on these dudes, you never know what they're up to next.
These canadians uphold their reputation as one of the classiest and most fun acts the current eggpunk landscape has to offer on their newest EP, with exception of Slop maybe, which is indeed the intentionally sloppiest thing they've slopped on us so far on an otherwise simultaneously familiar and predictably unpredictable record, delivering all the goods and thrills and surprises you've come to expect of a Winky Frown record.
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.
