Hardcore punk from Oslo, Norway that sticks out with some rough garage edge to their certainly simple and straightforward, yet undoubtedly elegant and well-balanced punk attacks and the undiluted fury transported by a thoroughly caffeinated frontwoman. All in all, this shit hits me kinda like a more stripped-down, fast-and-loose playing variant of swedish heavy hitters Vidro, fused with a generous dose of Judy and the Jerks.
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Now this was kinda unexpected. This group from Cleveland, Ohio sharing members with Cruelster, Knowso and Perverts Again had released their previous EP in August 2013, just a couple months before this very blog came into existence. So now here's their third 7" picking things up pretty much where they left them over ten years ago, serving us five new examples of those straightforward catchy garage punk esplosions that, of the groups mentioned previously, probably bear the closest resemblance to the no-frills sonic attack of Cruelster.
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An effortlessly ass-kicking debut EP from an Oslo, Norway group that runs the gamut from the buzzsaw hardcore punk of the opening track Ritalinbjørner to breakneck-speed fuzzed-out garage punk in Laserkrieg, having some similar energy to, say, The Gobs, Kid Chrome and S.B.F.. Stygg Bebi then has some distinct dungeon-esque eggpunk-meets-deathrock vibe reminiscent of stuff like Powerplant, Kerozine or fellow norwegians Molbo. The latter tendency then culminates in the closing track Shament, a catchy anthem built from pure goth-y post punk ear candy leading up to a somewhat black metal-ish conclusion. Fuck me this is some strong shit!
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Not kidding, this is some honest to god oi! shit right there yet this stuff also couldn't be more far removed from what you'd normally expect out of the genre, also marking a sharp departure from this Los Angeles group's (rather unremarkable, if you ask me) earlier output. Rather, this record strikes me as another welcome addition to the small but growing canon of the emerging dungeon punk bubble, kinda like what a simplified Poison Ruïn might sound like if they dialed down the post punk and went all-in on the oi! elements. Add to that a singer who seems to channel some sort of alternate-reality true metal Frankie Stubbs clone and what you get is a new favorite batch of tunes for crushing the world's injustuces with righteous anger and primitive, blunt weaponry.
The second EP of this Atlantic Beach, Florida group delights with a wholly infatuating make of simple, compact and catchy garage- and fuzz punk goodness that actually comes with some unexpectedly varied collection of vibes, at one point or another channeling qualities you might associate with groups such as Satanic Togas, New Berlin, Buck Biloxi, Set-Top Box, Spits, Die TV or Penance Hall.
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Following an intoxicatingly strong debut EP last summer, the follow-up by french psychedelic rock wizard Remy Pablo delivers more of that same overwhelming goodness stubbornly executing its very own notion of pulsating loops and blown-out drones at the intersections of psych- and space rock, post-, art-, proto- and garage punk with more than just a little of an MX-80-, Chrome- and Métal Urbain vibe to it.
A magnificent debut single by a nebulous group from nowhere serves up two undeniably tasty synth punk anthems reminiscent as much of the 2000s indie rock era (as in: Remember when Pitchfork was a thing?) as of more recent phenomena in the Cherry Cheeks, Ope or Smirk vein, with a frosting of Digital Leather-esque flavors on top. What's not to like about that?
The second EP by this Karlsruhe, Germany group is also the first taste we're getting of an upcoming album and just like their excellent demo tape at the end of last year, this thing combines the grimy dungeon-esque garage vibes the group obviously inherited from Thee Khai Aehm, whose members comprise half of this group's lineup, with a distinct flourish of proto punk primitivism, plenty of spaced-out psychedelic excess á la late Destruction Unit, some hardcore energy in Tear It Up and even some melodic flourishes in My Dawn, while the closing track Inte Mer Hem is nothing short of raw and simple dungeon punk perfection.
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The debut album of this Austin, Texas dude has ten exquisite bursts worth of pure simplistic garage punk spectacle in store for us - same old shit basically, but also really, really fucking good, like, combining the traits of Buck Biloxi, Giorgio Murderer, Bart and the Brats, The Achtungs, The Dirts and earlier Sick Thoughts, these songs never miss their mark and admirers of the groups mentioned should just be on their knees already, begging this dude to take their money.
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The second tape by this New York group, brought to us by local NY specialist label Fuzzy Warbles Cassettes, is an insanely satisfying mixture oscillating between the parameters of relaxed garage punk and equally slacked-off indie rock, a bit like a more indie rock-leaning Vaguess mixed with some early Woolen Men, Bed Wettin' Bad Boys, recent Datenight or maybe a less cramped version of that latest Monda LP.
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