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.
An incredible debut by some NYC group, oscillating somewhere around the rough parameters of hardcore, fuzz-, art- and post punk. Not least because of these psychedelic synth stylings i can’t help but think of the hallucinogenic cowpunk nightmares of another awesome New York City act, Murderer, while in their mellower and catchier moments this surely has a similar quality to past-decade fuzz punk greats á la Feature or Slowcoaches.
Having already made a bit of a splash with last year’s quite promising debut EP, this group based in Madrid, Spain follows up with an even stronger 4-track EP, starting out with a pair of simple and undiluted punk attacks in some kind of hardcore-meets-post-punk mode followed by the melodic punk rock of Quiero Ser Olvidado and the crowning closing track La Luz, a perfect example of propulsive post punk operating roughly in the oldschool Criminal Code and Sievehead mould. More of this shit, please!
Another neat little cassette of moderately egg-related insanity comes our way from this Madrid group, operating in a nebulous zone somewhere inbetween the worlds of garage punk and spaced-out melodic fuzz punk, spiced up with quite a bit of surf rock twang and some dense psychedelic haze. All in all i’d say this shit successfuly combines some of the best traits of acts like Beta Máximo, Beer, Pringue and Prison Affair into a cohesive whole.
This latest EP by this Winnipeg, Manitoba group treats us to four excellent blasts on the rougher end of the garage-/fuzz-/synth punk spectrum, hammered home by a completely unhinged madman vocal performance. This EP is a safe-bet crowdpleaser guaranteed to delight connoiseurs of shit á la The Gobs, 3D and the Holograms, Ghoulies, Daughter Bat and the Lip Stings and Factory City Children, concluding in a fully charged burst of hardcore punk evoking further comparisons to groups such as Witch Piss, Spewed Brain and Geoduck Diodes.
An effortlessly ass-kicking debut EP from an Oslo, Norway group that runs the gamut from the buzzsaw hardcore punk of the opening track Ritalinbjørner to breakneck-speed fuzzed-out garage punk in Laserkrieg, having some similar energy to, say, The Gobs, Kid Chrome and S.B.F.. Stygg Bebi then has some distinct dungeon-esque eggpunk-meets-deathrock vibe reminiscent of stuff like Powerplant, Kerozine or fellow norwegians Molbo. The latter tendency then culminates in the closing track Shament, a catchy anthem built from pure goth-y post punk ear candy leading up to a somewhat black metal-ish conclusion. Fuck me this is some strong shit!
The second EP of this Atlantic Beach, Florida group delights with a wholly infatuating make of simple, compact and catchy garage- and fuzz punk goodness that actually comes with some unexpectedly varied collection of vibes, at one point or another channeling qualities you might associate with groups such as Satanic Togas, New Berlin, Buck Biloxi, Set-Top Box, Spits, Die TV or Penance Hall.
The second EP by this Karlsruhe, Germany group is also the first taste we’re getting of an upcoming album and just like their excellent demo tape at the end of last year, this thing combines the grimy dungeon-esque garage vibes the group obviously inherited from Thee Khai Aehm, whose members comprise half of this group’s lineup, with a distinct flourish of proto punk primitivism, plenty of spaced-out psychedelic excess á la late Destruction Unit, some hardcore energy in Tear It Up and even some melodic flourishes in My Dawn, while the closing track Inte Mer Hem is nothing short of raw and simple dungeon punk perfection.
