Louiseville, Kentucky group Shrudd has been around for a couple years already but only really started to strike creative gold with last year’s Bizarro and Microbiome EP’s, the former dealing with more hardcore-adjacent sounds while the latter dabbled in a kinda familiar garage-/synth punk territory, an aesthetic that also dominates their newest EP on which they considerably elevate the weirdness factor, veering into more of a pronounced eggpunk direction evoking the likes of Prison Affair, Victor, Set-Top Box or Paulo Vicious in equal measure to contemporary synth-/electro punk acts á la Isotope Soap, Freak Genes, Spyroids and Powerplant.
A fucking dream team of the current eggpunk wave joins forces on this new split EP in the form of two very unique and distinct groups, which have both already left quite a mark on the scene in just a couple years. Heck, you actually and reasonably might consider both groups’ sounds as having kickstarted their own little egg-subgenres. Altogether, this is a killer collection of hits, as you already might have suspected!
Here’s yet another quality artifact of a smartypants garage-/post punk hybrid that does nothing too new or groundbreaking yet delights with plenty of well-constructed odditiy, just the right amount of randomness coupled with an abundance of super-catchy hooks. All of that puts them roughly in the neighborhood of, say, a slowed-down Uranium Club, Vintage Crop, Dumb, Aborted Tortoise, Lithics or Pinch Points.
Now that’s an impressive debut LP by this London group, who’ve apparently been around for many years already but took until now to come up with a full length record. Right out of the gate, the opening tracks has some vibe á la early Saccharine Trust with a touch of Flipper. Outsude Looking In kinds plays out like a forgotten Wire track colliding with the likes of Volcano Suns, Mission af Burma in addition to more recent stuff by Institute, Peace de Résistance. Animals Eat For Free then starts out loosely resembling eighties The Fall before taking a quite melodic turn in the chorus. And so it goes on, this eclectic and testeful war chest of ideas and influences, among which you might also consider X (AUS), Membranes, Cravats, Fungus Brains, early, pre-dub-influence Swell Maps and many more old DIY (post-)punk greats, just as much as contemporary groups like Shark Toys, The Cowboy, Society, earlier Sleepies, weirdo frenchies Subtle Turnhips, other London groups like 2010s garage powerhouse Sauna Youth – of whom i’m reminded mostly in the more straightforward second half of this record – or maybe Tense Men, whose swan-song album, released post-breakup in 2018, bears some striking similarities to this thing. There’s absolutely no room for boredom inbetween these endless flashes of unhinged inspiration and creativity.
The excellent debut by this group from Jackson, Mississippi delivers a couple fun and deranged little bangers made up of rocket-propelled, garage-enhanced, fuzz-infested hard- and postcore shit that’s shure to get the approval of seasoned connoisseurs in the realm of other more-or-less recent quirky hardcore phenomena á la Fried E/m, Mystic Inane, Crisis Man, Rolex, Headcheese, ALF and so many more!
What new things are there to say about yet another Gobs EP? It’s the motherfuckin’ Gobs for fuck’s sake and few other bands have perfected the formula for blown-out and dumb lo-fi fuzz punk insanity, equally unrelenting and catchy, as well as this Olympia, Washington group. A league of their own, really.
Fun little treat, the debut single of this group “from the northern americas”. Kick You sounds like the best of Radioactivity, Sonic Avenues and Cheap Whine welded together, then given a distinct pop punk bent. Violins then lets a substantial hardcore salvo segue into a strange amalgamation of Surfa Rosa-era Pixies and early Mudhoney, spiced up with slightly psych-leaning vocal harmonies. Tasty!
New Orleans garage punk dude D. Sablu did make a quite positive impression already with a string of demos and tapes in 2020-2022. On his full-length debut via Yes We Cannibal though, his artistic vision comes into much sharper focus, spanning a good deal of variety in his sound from the slightly noise rock / post punk-leaning opener Bomber Stomp to straightforward garage punk smashers like Too Much Of The News and the Dead Boys-infected tune Stuck In A Rut, altogether having a bit of a Kid Chrome, Sauna Youth or Teenanger vibe to them, sometimes veering into straight up harodcore punk territory while detonations á la Scandalous and World Peace go all-in on that tendency. Whatever shit D. Sablu touches turns into pure gold or at the very least copper on this album. In some ways this thing also positively reminds me of the most recent EP by Jean Mignon.
These Istanbul eggpunk warriors’ debut EP of last year has certainly been among my favorite releases of 2023 and their first long-playing cassette delivers more of the same kind of fun by which i mean: irresistably catchy and quirky garage-/synth punk-smashers in a similar headspace to such genre greats as Prison Affair, Set-Top Box, Beer and Ghoulies. Tell me, what’s not to like about that?
Another nice catch took the bait and triggered the hyper-vigilant sensors at Cincinnati, Ohio garage punk stronghold Feel It Records. This Minneapolis group shares members with Green/Blue, Citric Dummies and a whole bunch more and emits some rock-sold, ultra-catchy ’77 vibes on their debut LP, sorta bridging the gap between the US and UK scenes, combining all the best traits of, say, Dickies, Dead Boys and Adverts or, if you need more recent references, also bears some similarities to the likes of Shop Talk, The Celebrities, Tommy and the Commies, Sick Thoughts, Bad Sports and Tropicana.
