Just like its predecessor, the second EP by this band from Buffalo, NY turns out to be another highly concentrated dose of unconventional, inventive and at times strikingly melodic hardcore fun, also expanding its stylistic tentacles into places of garage-, fuzz- and KBD style punk.
This Toronto/Vancouver based group featuring members of Damagers, among others, gives us yet another one of those fuzzed out, deliciously explosive hardcore-/garage punk mixtures, at times evoking comparisons to Vertigo, Fried Egg, Kaleidoscope or Cülo. Excellent stuff!
Five short and fun blasts of off-kilter genre blurring rumble - part garage-/fuzz punk, part hard-/weird-/noisecore, part KBD style strangeness. Somewhat like a mix of Lumpy & The Dumpers and Murderer, this shit might also contain traces of Flipper and No Trend.
The Nico Missile is another one of Ricky Hell's many pastimes. There are few surprises here, instead you get more of his familiar trademark of quality. If you know some of his other Bands like Fascinating or Ricky Hell And The Voidboys you kinda know what to expect: Garage-edged Fuzz Punk and Noise Pop somewhere in the Neighbohood of No Age, Terry Malts, Tiger! Shit! Tiger! TIger! or Male Bonding. What more could you want?
Missouri punks Fried e/M create some beautifully rough and oldschool noise, somewhere on the fringes of hardcore-, garage- and KBD punk. Their sound specifically reminds me of Noxious Fumes, but a more recent Band like Launcher might also be a good enough comparison.
With their first long playing cassette, Paz SS from Valencia, Spain deliver a good batch of plain old garage- and fuzz punk done right, eqipped with the necessary propulsion by a thoroughly competent band. You might compare them to the straght garage punk of bands like Ex Cult, Sauna Youth or Foul Swoops, the energetic Fuzzcore of Ill Globo and occasionally there's even a faint shimmer of Wipers.
A somewhat quirky animal, this debut album by Minneapolis' Basement Boys. Starts out by radiating a kind of post punk vibe similar to Plax or The Cowboy, then increasingly skews toward garage punk, augumented by a small dose of noise and some beach goth melancholy, at times reminding me of stuff like Co Sonn, Ex-Cult, Shark Toys or early Wavves.
Warp hail from San Francisco and have members of - among others - Flesh World and Blank Square among their lineup. Their debut album is already kicking butts in a fully convincing fashion and delivers an adorably excentric sound roughly in the realm of fuzz- & garage punk, hard- & postcore which comes across just as unpolished as it's inventive. The whole thing is somewhat reminiscent of bands like Vexx or Dots, as well as the occasional faint echo of Surfa Rosa-era Pixies. Quality stuff!
Whoa… three years after i first noticed this band from leeds and a quite charming, chaotic early EP of theirs, i honestly didn't expect their debut album to blow my socks off the way it did just now. Instead of the EP's relaxed DIY-Vibes you now find yourself in the middle of a ferocious high speed trip whose rough coordinates hover somewhere between fuzzed out space-, psych- and garage punk. Sure, these Songs won't win any awards for their originality but totally make up for that by developing into a blast so potent and restless it doesn't give you a second to think about such bullshit anyway. I'm reminded of bands like Destruction Unit, Wash, Flat Worms, Draggs or even japanese genre veterans High Rise.