As with their previous two-and-a-half EPs, Denver, Colorado group Glueman ain't fucking around here, sticking to their basics in the form of no-frills straightforward and noisy garage punk that never fails to hit the nail right on the head with this bunch of new tunes which are gonna have admirers of shit á la Buck Biloxi, Sick Thoughts, The Dirts or Bart and the Brats approvingly bobbing along once again.
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The Nashville, Tennessee eggpunk übergroup is back with a second LP that ain't nearly as radical a departure from their previous work as the thumping electric beats of the preview track Worldwide would've had us believe at first. Rather, after the culture shock of their first LP which saw their first live band incarnation ripping through most of the early EPs' material with unrelenting hardcore intensity, this new one is in parts a bit of a return to the playful and varied experimentation of their early days. Like with its predecessor, we've heard some of these tunes before in one form or another, most notably Subdivision, which has first been heard all the way back in 2022 on their Town Topic 7" and the Beatles cover tune Come Together which goes even further back, first appearing on 2021's G.T.R.R.C. III compilation, though both have been given a thorough makover here and so have most of the previously known tunes. What can is say, this album is yet another fun, glorious freakout of quirky, catchy noise on the fringes of garage- and post punk that never seems to run out of steam and ideas.
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Okay here's some new shit of this, apparently, newly UK-based dude who's supposed to be from Truth Or Consequences, New Mexico originally, which is a real town actually but a quite small one at that and thus i'm just gonna say that statistically... Yeah to be honest, i don't know if there's any truth (or consequences for that matter) to anything the Bandcamp bio tells me about Jacket Burner. There's little doubt about the qualities of his new LP though, which comes with his strongest batch of tunes to date and once again gets the maximum oomph out of tried-and-tested oldschool garage punk formulas that kinda feels like the basic traits of Buck Biloxi, Spits, early Sick Thoughts and Bart and The Brats being boiled down into strong and exquisite shots of poison with a striking note of '77 and KBD-related simplicity.
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More exciting eggpunk of the minimalist and fuzz-heavy variety comes to us from this UK-based group whose tunes don't do much to break the established patterns at first glance, but who fucking cares really when every single one hits the nail on the head so effortless and precise in an all-killer succession of snappy and catchy-as-fuck fuzz pop attacks that call to mind a mixture of, say, Elvis 2, Kid Chrome, Power Pants, S.B.F. and Satanic Togas.
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Incredible debut EP by a London group fronted by Chubby (of Chubby and the Gang fame of course), whose vocals are probably the thing most reminiscent of his old band here, as the rustic Oi!-aesthetics - while still subtly present here like a faint background hum - give way to a somewhat more polished and vibrant but in no way less vigorous sound that feels like an ultra-compact encapsulation of various greatness in the melodic punk, power- and noise pop world both past and present, spanning from classic Hüsker Dü-ish vibes, over the instant catchyness of noise poppers Terry Malts and the most recent Dumpies and Eye Ball releases, to the strong melancholic touches of peak-era Leatherface or (Royal Headache-) Shogun's recent groups Antenna and Finnogun's Wake. Potent shit, can't wait for more of that!
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Beats me what being particularly "motorcycle" is supposed to entail (having two wheels and a motor and drinking gasoline i think...) but i can say with more confidence that i like Heather The Jerk tunes a lot better when they're very motorcycle than when they're not so much, as this this new EP has been the missing data point for me to determine as much from its fuzzy little bubblegum-infused garage punk- and noise pop gems that come across like a mixture between the only great pop punk group in the world - i'm speaking of Fastbacks, of course - and the eighties noise-/fuzz pop masterpieces of early The Primitives singles, helped along in no small part by an impeccable bundle of new tunes propelled forward by what's no doubt the most eager performance we're heard of them so far.
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Weird that this apparently all-year-round halloween-themed group never entered my radar before last year's Chumpire 247 EP, well... better late than never i guess. Their newest one delivers an even stronger set of new tunes that sound like an unlikely crossbreed of classic Spits, Why Bother?, Trauma Harness, Woolen Men in power pop mode and maybe even a slight hint of Hüsker Dü. Crazy deformed little creature that is, but miraculously it doesn't face any problems walking and singing and standing on its own three feet of varying length without falling over even once.
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Now here's some excellent new garage-/synth-/post punk shit that's only tangentially egg-related but certainly a good bit Devo-fied nonetheless and best of all, pretty versatile and casually shapeshifting in its sonic parameters, as a result reminding me of an appropriately eclectic bunch of groups like Checkpoint, Kitchen People, Ghoulies, Fungas, Cherry Cheeks, Ausmuteants, early Powerplant, Electric Prawns 2 and Dr. Sure's Unusual Practice.
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It's been a weak of smaller-fry (albeit excellent) releases and i'm behind on my blogging queue anyway so i'm gonna take the easy route of collating it all into a single blog post this time, okay?
First off, there's some delicious new hardcore shit from Hattiesburg group Silo Kids, further bolstering the stellar reputation of that unassuming mid-sized Mississippi town for being on the forefront of inventive and quirky hardcore punk that just refuses to play by the established rules and conventions.
With Power Pants of Winchester, Virginia on the other hand, we kinda know what we can expect from a new release, of which there are quite a few already and the next one is never too far off anyway (their recent CS5 Cassingle having been mere weeks ago aswell). Their newest PP11 EP feels like a considerable level-up from anything they've done before though in a discography that just may have started to feel a bit redundant at some points. Not that anything fundamental about their catchy melodic garage punk sound had changed, but these are cleary some of the most rippin' and well-crafted tunes we've heard of them so far.
Scrawlers from Tacoma, Washington then appear to scratch a quite similar - though also way more fuzzed-out and rough - itch of simple and effective garage punk delicacies that'll sure have friends of S.B.F., Kid Chrome, Gobs or Robbie Thunder approvingly nodding along to.
Dallas, Texas group Thyroids have been going for many years now but really hit their stride in the current decade with their sound growing ever more unpredictable, evading clear catigorizarion and this holds truer than ever on their newest two-track single, on which elements of garage- and synth punk, noise rock/-pop and eggpunk bounce off each other to exhilarating effects.
Last but not least, there's yet another Snarewaves EP delivering more of their patented electro punk formula that's every bit as strikingly simple as it is out-there and pretty much unique right now and although you'd think that kind of thing would run into the law of diminishing returns at some point, so far every new release just has left me craving more of that good shit.
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I wasn't entirely sold on the novelty-rocker vibes of the bluesy, hard-/dad-rockin' preview tune Hairy Man, but damn, does this new record not only get better from there on (plus, Hairy Man does work a lot better in the album context too), but there's also easily some of the groups best material to be found on here with the following tracks Beef and Fire having plenty of an oldschool Useless Eaters and Pow! feel to them while Out Of Touch gradually dials up the levels of psychedelic haze that we've known at its most pronounced from their previous Perspex LP, before Hell (or rather, the first part thereof) finally kicks open the floodgates of catchy-as-fuck garage punk/fuzz pop goodness as we all know pretty much any Electric Prawns 2 record eventually does. The second circle of Hell (or maybe they're better understood as two seperate songs, both called Hell?) takes all of the above and imbues it with a slightly campy goth note not unlike more recent Powerplant. Other notable highlights are the burst of ultra-classic aussie rock'n'roll that is Piece of Me and the in equal measure melodic and blues-infused bubblegum vibes of Waste, all of it arguably making for their overall strongest record so far. Who would've thought, making albums of conventional length may not be the worst idea after all!
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