Having already given an excellent first impression previously on a split tape with the great AJ Cortez, this West Palm Beach dude's follow-up EP maintains the high standard of his garage- and synth punk, radiating the quirky energy of groups such as Satanic Togas, Erik Nervous, Prison Affair, Mononegatives, RMFC… while also incorporating some '77-ish power pop sensibilities akin to Tommy and the Commies and towards the end, there's also an increasingly Alien Nosejob- / Ausmuteants-esque thing goin' on.
Wow, this group from Borée, France is juggling a shitload of different styles with striking confidence on their debut album. The thing starts out with a short, straightforward, simple blast of hardcore punk, then has them cycling through a wide array of styles including forceful postcore, hard rockin' upper-mid-tempo garage rock/-punk, groovy angular post punk and even some vaguely Pixies-esque, surf-infused oldschool 80s indie-/alternative rock. All of this they pull off with ease - there's not a single weak link on this record. Impressive shit all the way through!
A nice little battery of vaguely egg-ish garage punk and fuzz pop combining more recent weirdness à la Print Head or Freak Genes with a good measure of Desperate Bicycles, some early Flying Nun Records vibes - especially The Clean and The Stones - a touch of C86 pop (as in Cowboys Aren't Real) or also: loads of random 80s cassette culture artifacts that might or might not have cropped up on some Messthetics/Homework/Hyped To Death compilation over the years.
Heavily retro-leaning post punk, made in Berlin and sounding exactly like you'd come to expect by that fact. You might recognize a familiar voice grumbling about here, the dude having done a similar thing with his other band Maske, although the overall vibe here is even a notch more gritty, sometimes having a slightly Wipers-esque quality and, at other points, a touch of S.Y.P.H. as well as more recent phenomena like Aus, Hyäne, Die Wärme or Peter Muffin und die Heilsarmee. In other words: This might have come out sometime around '81 just as well. There's a couple of underwhelming filler tracks on here - forgivable and totally made up for by the undeniable highlights of this album. Just don’t try another attempt at funk next time, okay?
Here we have another kickass, kinda oldschool australian garage punk artifact conjured up by some folks who unquestionably know their craft. On vocal duties we got none other than the great Jackson Reid Briggs who, free of the temptations of guitars and pedals and shit, sounds kinda revitalized here, unleashing a more nuanced performance than what we’ve been used to, while the rest of the line-up does by no means consist of unknown faces either, boasting members of Stiff Richards and Speed Week, among others. Captivating through simple but well-balanced songcraft and an unstoppable drive, this shit sounds instantly familiar yet comes across playful and versatile enough to clearly differentiate these songs from any of the aforementioned groups.
A new tape by that mystery outfit (possibly) from Hicksville, NY on which they stay as unpredictable as ever, this time delivering a batch of infectious below-one-minute melodic garage smashers - high speed fuzzy power pop kinda like an alternate-reality garage incarnation of early Guided By Voices.
With quite a bit of delay - as has unfortunately become kind of the new normal for anything intended to be released on vinyl - we get the newest opus of sweden’s prime synth punk outfit Isotope Soap and oh boy, is this a spaced out new level of quirky and weird even for this group. As you might have noticed by now, i’m a sucker for this kind. Consisting roughly half of instrumental interludes radiating vibes not unlike a bizarro John Carpenter score, the actual Songs on this LP more than ever seem to draw inspiration from oldschool pioneers of the genre - yeah, of course there is some Devo in there but even more i’d suggest stuff like Screamers, Units and Nervous Gender, all mixed with more recent groups 'a la Set-Top Box, Digital Leater and, occasionally, i even sense a touch of grim post punk in the vein of Video or VHS.
Well here’s yet another batch of low-originality, high-enjoyability first-rate kickass Garage Punk, the straightforward no-frills kind that will help out those who are already showing their first Sick Thoughts withdrawal symptoms and the kind that won’t alarm fans of Dadar, Shitty Life or, at some points, Booji Boys too much either. These pretty normal Babies only drink beer after all, rather than blood. Admittedly, that’s mildly surprising indeed for a group from Trittsburgh, Trennsylvania.
A fun, smart high-energy blow of garage-infused hardcore punk delivered by a group that might or mightn’t be from Long Beach, California, holding a perfect balance between dumb straight-ahead oldschool energy and the various quirks and eccentricities of more recent hardcore phenomena, which sorta locates them on the genre map somewhere in the excellent company of other contemporary troublemakers such as Mystic Inane, Launcher, Fried E/M, Modern Needs or Liquid Assets.
Such a neat cloudy puddle of innocent and filthy joy, this set of lo-fi demo recordings by some philadelphia garage group kicking up a fuzz of the most oldschool and primitive kind. Kinda like the early works of Eddy Current Suppression Ring and UV Race augumented with that more primal energy akin to earlier acts such as Gories, Oblivians, Reatards.
