This long-running, slow-moving dutch group, which i've previously been blissfully ignoring, catapults itself all the more impressively onto my radar with their third and hands down most accomplished LP so far which pours some top-notch songwriting abilities into a quite adaptable sonic pastiche oscillating between oldschool, sometimes psych-leaning garage- and fuzz punk, buzzsaw noise- and power pop as well as a couple of pulsing electro punk bursts. Exactly twice they stumble in my view though, by veering too heavily into kinda sugary oh-so-fucking-twee ASMR territory but hey, ten out of 12 Songs is still quite a good hit ratio and in some of the best moments, they strike me as an alternate reality garage-y version of eighties Fastbacks.
The fourth EP of Melbourne's Piss Wizard combines their least crappy production values so far with their strongest set of tunes to date in their trademark rough-as-fuck mixture of garage-flavored fuzz- and hardcore punk imbued with plenty of surf twang, rockabilly leads and noise-infested texture. That shit feels sickly, smelly, perverted and contagious in the best possible way!
Quality shit from a Salt Lake City, Utah group on their second tape. Fuzzed-out Lo-Fi hardcore punk whose rough parameters feel kinda predestined for a cassette release on Impotent Fetus or Deluxe Bias, having as much of an oldschool west coast tendency to it as a rough and shambolic KBD vibe, a bit of a Flipper and Broken Talent-style eccentricity and further similarities to more recent groups ranging from the more garage-leaning Launcher, Liquid Assets and Freakees to hardcore artifacts by the likes of Insane Urge, Youth Regiment, Motor Corp und Tupperware.
Since last year's already perfectly enjoyable self-titled EP, this L.A. group or project has definitely consolidated and streamlined their operation into a decidedly more impactful, concentrated attack of electrified punk inbetween the parameters of garage-, hardcore- and eggpunk that feels to me like a weird frankenstein bastard fusing together the relentless forces of, say, Arse and 2 Stroke, the noisy fuzz-/garage punk of S.B.F. and whatever weirdness that Zhoop/Djinn/Brundle/RONi etc. guy is up to right now.
The debut EP by this Denver, Colorado group executes a strikingly simple formula made up of fairly melodic (and at times quite literal) standard ramones riffs, drowned in layers upon layers of fuzz and distortion and a vocal performance that sounds detached and agitated simultaneously. There's not a lot that could go wrong here and guess what... nothing does. It's a kind of fuzzed-out garage minimalism that reminds me of recent artifacts by the likes of Robbie Thunder, Boogie Board and Corpus Earthling and Zoids.
Yup, it's yet another Gobs EP doing exactly what a Gobs EP is supposed to do. Quirky garage-, fuzz- and synth punk bliss obscured by a thick veil of buzz, noise and perfect Lo-Fi production values, never lacking in terms of catchy hooks and melodies. As i said, it's the fucking Gobs alright.
It's been a while since we've registered any vital signs regarding the canadian garage punk powerhouse from Halifax, Nova Scotia whose previous LP Tube Reducer is already five years in the past. Now Booji Boys never were a band afraid of shaking up their sound at least a little with every new release and this new demo thingy is no exception in that regard, most notable addition here being the distinct use of polyphonic vocals spicing up their trademark mix of garage- and fuzz punk, noise- and power pop which at times imbues these new tunes with some psychedelic sparkle and an almost british invasion-esque aura that comes into full bloom in the crowning achievement of a closing track that is Hotline. Damn, i hope there's more of that shit coming our way soon!
This Rome group or project already has a whole bunch of notable EPs and split releases under their belt, all of them quite good and falling easily under the contemporary eggpunk umbrella. This time though, they go for a way rougher, minimalist shade of Lo-Fi aesthetics in these three new bursts of absolutely filthy fuzz punk which seamlessly transport their proven power pop sensibilities into a new direction that echoes the likes of early Wavves and No Age combined with plenty of raw Detroit-style garage artifacts of all eras.
The full-length follow-up to the their fine debut EP from earlier this year (which recently got reissued on tape via Goodbye Boozy) doesn't fuck around, simply churning out ten more of these short-fused dumb and primitive no-bullshit garage punk blasts walking in the footsteps of such greats as Buck Biloxi, Bart and the Brats, Giorgio Murderer and earlier Sick Thoughts. Demented fun for the ill-adjusted. No more, no less... and it fucking rips!
Following a couple of releases which largely dabbled in mellower sounds, Spain's prime eggpunk-/noise pop act Beta Máximo at long last is cranking up the speeds again while applying and consolidating all the lessons they've learned at previous excursions for the benefit of their newest EP, which easily marks their strongest release so far made up of nothing but hits and gelled into place by plenty of simple but rock-solid, top-notch songcraft at its core.
