A healthy burst of pulsating, albeit fairly conventional garage punk, this newest EP by Carlisle, England dude AdamR. What it lacks in originality, it makes up for with sheer force and its super solid, adept song construction though. Add to this a slight Lo-Fi bent and the result is another fine treat for fans of shit similar to, say, Sauna Youth, Clamm, Ex-Cult, Gluer, Mitraille, Shitty Life or Dadar.
The Olympia, Washington group's first longplaying cassette, following two equally awesome tapes on the fabulous Impotent Fetus label, still delivers the goods of unpredictable, freewheeling hard- and postcore with additional ingredients of garage punk and mild insanity, stubbornly refusing to fit into your preconcieved notions of what this thing called punk rock is supposed play out like. A fairly eclectic, genre-bending approach which you might, if you really had to, compare to groups as diverse as Das Drip, Warm Bodies, Vexx, Judy & The Jerks, Mystic Inane, Hotmom, Gen Pop or Sniffany & The Nits at one point or another.
Not a Warttman release but still a pleasantly familiar sound of mildly egg- and electrified garage punk perpetrated by some of the usual suspects who also gave us the likes of Research Reactor Corp., Satanic Togas and The Gobs. Twelve restless caffeine pills you might compare to any of these bands, but which also wouldn't seem out of place next to groups á la S.B.F., Cosas Ilegales, Witch Piss or Ghoulies.
This group from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania pulls off a vaguely familiar but nonetheless spectacular combustion of catchy oldschool hardcore energy with some cowpunk vibes to it, operating somewhere inbetween the rough parameters of Germs, Dicks, the early hardcore incarnations of Angst and Meat Puppets, as well as more recent stuff like Fried E/m and Modern Needs.
Our weekly dose of eggpunk insanity comes courtesey of some mysterious Stockholm act, way too short but potent and catchy as fuck nonetheless. Friends of shit á la Nubot555, Egg Idiot, Prison Affair, Set-Top Box, Nuts and Pringue, among others, will surely approve of this.
What kind of twisted punk student exchange program would lead to an album being recorded both in London, Ontario and London, England? The band committing the deed appears to have connnections to some London's Gaggers and Miscalculations as well as some other London's Isolation Party and Mononegatives - the latter being the most obvious comparison though, as their very own brand of spaced-out synth- and garage punk reigns supreme on this record too, along with flourishes of Pow!, Useless Eaters, Freak Genes, Isotope Soap, Mind Spiders, Powerplant and Digital Leather. Fucking awesome shit, in other words.
After the more vicious attack of their 2020 debut album, Mexico City group Cosas Illegales take a sharp turn towards a more melodic, somewhat eggpunk-related approach to their electrically driven garage punk. As before, groups such as S.B.F., Race Car and Kid Chrome might serve as useful comparisons but as of late, i'd add stuff like Prison Affair and Set-Top Box to that list as well as a spoonful of Metal Urbain / Dr. Mix and the Remix.
There's nothing particularly smart or new about this record to tell you, yet there's plenty of enjoyment to get out of this oldschool garage punk racket, simple and effective, being pulled off by some dude out of Rennes, France. On the genre map, you might locate this shit somewhere in the neighborhood of bands like The Spits, Buck Biloxi, Sick Thoughts, Die TV, Erik Nervous, Stalins Of Sound, Giorgio Murderer and Bart And The Brats.
It took the Harrisburg, Pennsylvania group a few years to tie up the loose ends and finish the production of this LP but here it finally is, giving us more of their synth-, garage- and post punk that will once again elicit comparisons to Digital Leather - especially the similarity of the singer's voice to DL's Shawn Foree always strikes me as uncanny - although Deletions at this point sound more like a cruder, yet simultaneously pretty straightforward and catchy-as-fuck version of that. In the second half things lean heavier towards the post punk, slightly goth end of things, bearing some similarity to, say, Powerplant, Isotope Soap, Why Bother? or early The Faint as well as some flourishes of Devo and Desparate Bicycles… even a touch of Morricone in Diffuse and Confuse. Not every single effort on here pays off equally well but when they hit the spot, they do it with bravado.
…now that's kind of an insane move, dumping four to six LPs worth of material in a single album on bandcamp. Didn't see that coming at all, good thing we like insane shit here at 12XU HQ. With this album the group from Moffat Beach, Australia seriously earned the title "The Guided by Voices of space egg punk". Amazingly, most of this stuff is pretty freakin' awesome too, although a fair bit of fat and redundancy sure could've been trimmed off this 2-hour release for an even stronger 80-minute album to emerge in the process. Their high egg-factor mixture of Psychedelic-/Space Rock, Post- and Garage Punk might draw comparisons to the likes of Mononegatives, Neo Neos, Liquids, The Gobs, Set-Top Box, Print Head or Useless Eaters in its more high-energy moments while in the more relaxed and/or downbeat songs, groups like Die TV, Cool Sorcery, Snooper might come to mind or even an extra Lo-Fi version of the Woolen Men!