This is the second hardcore 7" of muteant Jake Robertson's Alien Nosejob for Iron Lung Records, his third harcore-centric release overall if i didn't miss anything. And of course it's yet another delightful batch of playful, inventive takes on the genre. What else did you expect?
Now that thing's a treat! Some group from Ciudad López Mateos, Mexico delivers a truckload of pure joy on this tape, condensed into three straightforward-as-fuck bangers made out of fuzzed-out garage- and bubblegum punk with some synth-sweetness on top, transmitting an undiluted sugar rush straight into your bloodstream.
Another tasty foursome of catchy, quirky garage- and synthpunk blasts sees this rather mysterious australian group/project continually creeping towards devofied DIY punk perfection, solidifying their ever-rising status among their genre pool's supreme present-day überdudes.
This Melbourne group's first longplayer is a seamless continuation of what was already so lovable about their previous EPs. Sure, their style of oldschool garage punk with that undeniable Radio Birdman vibe has grown a quite long beard by now, but what a charming and glorious beard that is! To be fair, they're also trying out some new things here, at some points letting a touch of Wipers shine through, dabbling in dark post punk or trying their hands at AmRep-style sludgy noise rock. But let's not kid ourselves here; what this group does best at this moment is knocking out one straightforward yet sophisticated rocker after another with amazing confidence.
For every purchase of this nice little cassette put out by our favorite incorporated purveyors of innovative discontinuity you also get a free fake origin story. 1982 my ass, this is of course still the same dude who did this other thing a while back. Though his newest output contains a bit less weird fuckery, it makes up for that with a lot more fuzz, more melodies and negative zero production values that sound just right to my ears.
From the always excellent UK powerhouse Drunken Sailor Records we get another delicious 7" of full of raw and primitive, fuzzed-out and hyperventilating, at times hardcore-propelled garage punk bliss by a Detroit group, easily eclipsing their recent EP on Goodbye Boozy Recs which i liked a lot already.
Their 2018 Clone Age LP sure had its moments, but this Philadelphia group's second album is just plain spectacular, their songs being so much more fleshed out, their sound having so much more grip to it and the propulsive rhythms carrying an overall vibe bringing to mind The Spits or Mind Spiders. This is some catchy oldschool garage punk perfection right here.
Another excellent EP by Rhode Island's Germ House, a solo project of Justin Hubbard who also happens to be playing in Far Corners. These three songs once again sparkle with his familiar stripped-down lo-fi charme and a sonic range that stretches from abrasive post- and art punk - which surely owes a thing or two to The Fall or Desperate Bicycles - to classic garage rock and contemporary garage punk, while also revealing a surprising catchyness, deep melancholy and a playful vibe reminiscent of The Woolen Men.
A fresh batch of fucked up lo-fi DIY garage punk jewels by some barcelona group, reminding me of so much that's good right now in the genre. Like a weird mix of R.M.F.C., Neo Neos, Erik Nervous, Alien Nosejob in hardcore mode… also, there's a striking similarity to fellow barcelonians Prison Affair. Wait, are these the same band?
Brussels group Warm Exit has a new EP out and just as i suspected that thing fuckin' rules. Four new high voltage garage-/synth punk smashers somewhere in the neighborhood of Powerplant, Ausmuteants or whatever the Warttman empire is up to right now.