Klint - Dance

This dude from Schleswig, Ger­many al­ready made an ex­cel­lent first im­pres­sion a cou­ple weeks ago with his de­but 7" on Good­bye Boozy. The art­work sure sug­gests some dun­geon syn­th/-punk affin­i­ty, al­though sound-wise - lack­ing the lat­ter genre's ob­vi­ous black- and/​or old­school "heavy" met­al el­e­ments - i'd rather com­pare this shit to re­cent de­vel­op­ments on the in­ter­sec­tion of garage-, synth- and elec­tro punk and as­so­ci­at­ed acts of the Mononeg­a­tives, Pow!, Liq­uid Face, Ghoulies or Slimex va­ri­ety.

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Reckless Randy - Reckless Randy

Some­how i must've over­looked this Ocean City, NJ dude so far. His long play­ing de­but and third re­lease al­toghether hits my nerve dead-on though, with a va­ri­ety of sim­ple & stu­pid garage-/elec­tro- and, oc­ca­sion­al­ly, synth punk, of­ten with a dis­tinct 77-ish bent call­ing to mind old pi­o­neers à la Scream­ers, MX-80, Met­al Urbain/​Dr. Mix & The Remix as well as a slight hint of Chrome. In Coun­try Girls, quite fit­ting­ly, we even get a touch of Gun Club-es­que amer­i­cana-/cow­punk while of the more re­cent scene, you might draw com­par­isons to groups like S.B.F., Kid Chrome, Zoids or Ma­teo Man­ic.

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Mateo Manic - Time Don't Matter In Dark Matter

Garage-/synth-/elec­tro punk from Cleve­land, Ohio that carves out its own lit­tle place in the cur­rent land­scape of sim­i­lar groups by way of a cer­tain psy­che­del­ic haze, kin­da like a mix be­tween The Spits, Sil­i­con Heart­beat and Smirk, ob­served through some dense Chrome- or Met­al Ur­bain-es­que fog. Or you might de­scribe it as some kind of garage punk in­car­na­tion of Murderer's hal­lu­cino­genic cow­punk night­marescapes.

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Algara - Absortos En El Tedio Eterno

Barcelona group Al­gara ini­tial­ly burst on­to the scene last year with a four track de­mo as an elec­tro punk duo, which then quick­ly grew in­to a four-piece group and prompt­ly re­leased an­oth­er tape con­sist­ing of a re-record­ing of the first EP's songs as well as some tracks meant for their first long­play­er, which we fi­nal­ly get to wit­ness in its full glo­ry now. In the mean­time their sound has evolved in­to a com­pact and ef­fort­less­ly flow­ing fu­sion of post-, garage- and elec­tro punk that might be de­scribed as a mix of ISS, Straw Man Army, Rank/​Xerox and UZS, on­ly bro­ken up right in the mid­dle by the strong syn­th­wave flour­ish­es of He­do­nistas.

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The Q-Tips - There Are Those Who Drill Violently​!​

It on­ly took them like… twelve years but fi­nal­ly the Mu­nich duo has re­leased their sec­ond 7" via Sloven­ly Record­ings and it's an ir­re­sistable blast of garage- and elec­tro punk with echoes of The Spits and Stal­ins Of Sound, plus an un­like­ly touch of Big Black in the high­ly com­bustible open­ing track Shut Your Face.

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Heavy Metal - V: Live At The Gas Station Fighting The Devil

I don't think i ever gave Berlin's mys­tery act Heavy Met­al the full spot­light on here and in ret­ro­spect i can't re­al­ly tell if that was be­cause Heavy Met­al weren't quite ready for me or 'cos i wasn't quite ready for Heavy Met­al. All i can say is i've been mon­i­tor­ing their cu­ri­ous and pro­lif­ic tra­jec­to­ry over the past few years and with every re­lease their garage-/elec­tro-/to­tal­fuck­ingnuts-punk bas­tard con­coc­tions res­onat­ed a bit bet­ter with my bro­ken brain un­til fi­nal­ly they hit a pre­fect sweet spot with their fifth (duh…) long­play­er on which they come off kin­da like a more out-there ver­sion of a cer­tain North Car­oli­na group that's been ru­mored to not be punk enough for heavy met­al or some­thing… thrown in a blender with a healthy dose of Swell Maps or Mé­tal Urbain/​Dr. Mix & The Remix. Nev­er be­fore have they sound­ed this neb­u­lous and just wrong in all the right ways, ex­cept maybe for the idea of fight­ing the dev­il… that sim­ply doesn't strike me as the most heavy met­al thing to do. It might please the chris­t­ian rock crowd, though.

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Spyroids - Passage To Hell

Oh my… it took a good two years (or rather, two some­what be­low-the-usu­al-stan­dard years) for this Los An­ge­les duo to come up with a fol­low-up to their fiendish­ly fun de­but EP. Just as back then, this is noth­ing short of an­oth­er glo­ri­ous spec­ta­cle of sleazy, stinky, for­bid­den synth-/elec­tro punk de­light, the likes of which you'll on­ly ever en­counter in the shadi­est cor­ners of Bandcamp's adult en­ter­tain­ment sec­tion.

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ISS - Spikes

An­oth­er fine EP by North Car­oli­na elec­tro-/sam­ple-/mashup punk duo ISS on which they, among oth­er things, ven­ture in­to full-on hard­core ter­ri­to­ty (in Face­mask), which i don't think they've ever done be­fore and it works just beau­ti­ful­ly here.

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Rancher - Choke

An­oth­er tasty EP by this Riv­er Falls, Wis­con­sin elec­tro punk/-noise duo, on which they once again sound a bit like Big Black go­ing full elec­tro, then join­ing forces with Prim­i­tive Cal­cu­la­tors, armed with pow­er tools in­stead of gui­tars.

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Trashdog - Dipshitticus

What a beau­ti­ful­ly de­ranged kind of mess, the sec­ond Al­bum by Trash­dog a.k.a. An­drew Jack­son, the dude al­so re­spon­si­ble for Austin, Texas la­bel Dig­i­tal Hot­dogs. I didn't ex­pect a lot of nor­mal­cy here to be­gin with, but nonethe­less i'm kind of as­ton­ished by the mas­sive amount of top notch good­ness scat­tered wild­ly across this record, es­pe­cial­ly af­ter i found Trashdog's first ef­fort to be of some­what in­con­sis­tent qual­i­ty. Rough­ly one third here con­sists of dumb jokes and var­i­ous shades of fuck­ing around. An­oth­er third turns out to be bril­liant­ly weird and in­ven­tive songcraft in a spec­trum of garage punk, pow­er pop, synth-/elec­tro punk and a tiny hint of glam. And as for the re­main­ing third, i'm some­what un­de­cid­ed in which of the first two cat­e­gories i should file that stuff. The whole of it makes for an awe­some, if at times over­whelm­ing, dis­ori­ent­ing roller coast­er ride. Some kind of white al­bum on stu­pid pills.

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