Termite - Termite Night Demo

Bamm! Ex­quis­ite new shit in the realms of garage-in­fest­ed old­school hard­core may­hem brought to us by a group from Perth, Aus­tralia, re­mind­ing me of acts in the vein of G.U.N., ear­ly Elec­tric Chair, Ce­ment Shoes, Cri­sis Man, Cü­lo and Chain Whip.

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Beta Máximo - Creo que E​.​T. es Melvin

Span­ish noise pop over­lords Be­ta Max­i­mo re­turn with a strong new batch of tunes. Hard to be­lieve their pro­lif­ic out­put be­gan just some­time last sum­mer… Start­ing out with what i'd con­sid­er more of an egg­punk-aes­thet­ic, they've con­stant­ly kept chang­ing things up, grad­u­al­ly evolv­ing in­to a some­what slow­er, dreamy and slight­ly shoegaze-y di­rec­tion and these new songs strike me as the most re­al­ized and well-round­ed stuff we've heard from them re­cent­ly.

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The Abdo Men - Ulcer Anthology: Laff Your Way To Total Destruction

What­ev­er there is to be found out about this Cincin­nati, Ohio group is cloaked in a veil of un­cer­tain­ty, not helped in the least by that kin­da stereo­typ­i­cal "los­er band" his­to­ry giv­en on this cassette's band­camp page. So, prob­a­bly, there are folks known from groups like The Serfs, The Drin, Crime of Pass­ing and Mo­tor­bike at work here and at least some of the songs on this can be traced back to the year 2019, when they first ap­peared on the Pedes­tri­an Sen­ti­ments EP. Oth­er­wise i'm re­al­ly not too sure if any of the de­tails giv­en are to be be­lieved. You can't ar­gue with the mu­sic though, which kicks ass from start to fin­ish, in some way evok­ing the aes­thet­ics, vary­ing fi­deli­ty and styl­is­tic va­ri­ety of gold­en era Guid­ed By Voic­es, oth­er­wise rough­ly os­cil­lat­ing be­tween jan­g­ly pow­er pop in the vein of, say, Bed Wet­tin' Bad Boys or Bad Sports in tracks like Cow­ard Of The State, Wannabe (A Star) and Sil­ver Queen; grimy psy­che­del­ic garage rock (Didn't Win The Lot­tery, Ob­nox­ious And A Neu) as well as a cou­ple of catchy melod­ic garage punk smash­ers car­ry­ing the sig­na­ture of groups á la Boo­ji Boys, Tyvek and Par­quet Courts. It's Been A Bad Week kin­da re­sem­bles the garage-drenched noise aes­thet­ics of A Place To Bury Strangers, Peyton's Kids has sort of a Woolen Men feel to it and through­out, the folk-in­fused post punk of ear­li­er Chronophage comes to mind more than once.

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Tyvek - Overground

Al­ways a thing of beau­ty, a new LP by Detroit's wild­ly in­flu­en­tial pi­o­neers of the mid-aughts to 2010s wave of US garage punk groups. The first thing catch­ing your ear on this one is the added sax­o­phone of Emi­ly Roll, adding s slight­ly dif­fer­ent kind of tex­ture to this re­lease. Oth­er­wise, this is the sig­na­ture Tyvek sound we all know and love, made up of kin­da sim­plis­tic yet equal­ly ra­zor sharp riffs and hooks coun­ter­act­ed by their some­what loose and slop­py, re­laxed and strum­my pre­sen­ta­tion, all of which sur­ley served as an in­spi­ra­tion to lat­er groups of the Strange At­trac­tor, Par­quet Courts, Shark Toys or UV Race va­ri­ety!

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Cel Ray - Piss Park

Yet an­oth­er kick­ass EP by Chicago's Cel Ray, pick­ing right up where they left off on their Cel­lu­lar Ray­mond EP ear­li­er this year. I might be re­peat­ing my­self here but once again their in­ven­tive and play­ful sound kin­da strikes me as a com­bi­na­tion of some of the past decade's great­est fe­male front­ed groups á la Vexx, BB and the Blips, Neg­a­tive Scan­ner, Gen Pop or Amyl and the Snif­fers on one hand, while al­so be­ing some­what rem­i­nis­cent of that cur­rent breed of squig­gly garage-meets-post punk groups like Ura­ni­um Club, Re­al­i­ty Group, Pat­ti, Dumb or R.M.F.C..

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Ismatic Guru - III

Buf­fa­lo, NY group Is­mat­ic Guru's two pre­vi­ous EPs were a promis­ing and en­joy­able af­fair al­ready but it's on their newest cas­sette that their sound fi­nal­ly clicks in­to place, their vi­sion ma­tured and tight­ened-up sig­nif­i­cant­ly. I'd say their mix rough­ly lo­cat­ed in the fuzzy realms of garage-, synth- and egg­punk has carved out their own lit­tle niche for them by en­hanc­ing their quirky aes­thet­ics with plen­ty of funky ac­tion end even some slight touch of kraut-y and psy­che­del­ic vibes, most no­tably in the open­ing and clos­ing tracks.

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Lamictal - Hard Pill To Swallow

Cal­i­for­nia group Lam­ic­tal fol­low up last year's in­sane pair of EPs with an­oth­er strong tape, their over­all vi­sion com­ing across a lit­tle more fo­cused on here which might in part be a re­sult of ever-so-slight­ly in­creased pro­duc­tion val­ues… al­though pol­ished would cer­tain­ly be the wrong word here as their cu­ri­ous mix­ture of garage punk, hard-, post- and weird­core is still filthy as fuck, up­re­dictable and hy­per­ac­tive, over­whelm­ing the sens­es for just un­der four min­utes be­fore get­ting the fuck out as quick­ly as they turned up. Manda­to­ry shit for friends of, say, Big Bop­per, Rolex or ear­ly Pat­ti.

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R.M.F.C. - Club Hits

These folks have been around for a cou­ple years al­ready and i'm kin­da sur­prised to re­al­ize this is ac­tu­al­ly their first re­al full length re­lease to date. The in­tro false­ly hints at a some­what pro­gres­sive-ish di­rec­tion, though sub­se­quent­ly they set­tle in­to a more fa­mil­iar aes­thet­ic, a sound that's ab­solute­ly of their time yet kin­da sin­gu­lar among their peers in its an­gu­lar, elab­o­rate el­e­gance - a mix­ture of post- and garage punk hit­ting the per­fect mix­ture of smart and fun, kin­da re­laxed yet in­cred­i­ble propul­sive all the same, re­mark­able for its lay­ered tex­tures and ef­fort­less ex­e­cu­tion, al­so pre­sent­ing them at their catchi­est so far. At times you might com­pare them to art­sy post punk groups á la more re­cent In­sti­tute, Ex­it Group and Mononeg­a­tives, the slight­ly psy­ched-up vari­ant of this as played by, say, Mar­bled Eye, Waste Man, Bruised or Pub­lic Eye as well as play­ful, clever garage punk acts like Erik Ner­vous, Clarko, Tee Vee Re­pair­man, Mononeg­a­tives, Pinch Points, Dumb, Ura­ni­um Club, Re­al­i­ty Group… and i could still come up with many more awe­some ref­er­ence points. This shit rules, plain and sim­ple!

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Erik Nervous - Immaturity

An­oth­er con­stant pres­ence of the garage scene who's been around pret­ty much since the be­gin­ning of this blog has a new LP out and it's such a thing of beau­ty! As ver­sa­tile and in­ven­tive as ever, these new songs more or less con­tin­ue the dude's very own quirky, slight­ly De­vo-fied vi­sion of garage punk that first ful­ly took form on that Be­ta Block­ers LP in 2019 - in­stant­ly rec­og­niz­able yet al­ways a cou­ple steps ahead of the lis­ten­er, al­ways good for a sur­prise or two. Tracks like Hemgeeh und Pro­jec­tor come with kind of a spaced out, psy­che­del­ic Mononeg­a­tives en­er­gy. Al­so, we get a bunch of com­pact and catchy-as-fuck synth-dri­ven smash­ers in the sec­ond half as well as a neat They Might Be Gi­ants cov­er and Al­li­ga­tor Fac­ing East is such an epic fuck­ing hymn for the ages! Fur­ther plau­si­ble ref­er­ence points for the over­all sound of this record would be the likes of Andy Hu­man and the Rep­toids, Freak Genes, Iso­tope Soap and New Vogue.

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Citric Dummies - Zen and the Arcade of Beating Your Ass

Damn, it ap­pears for some weird rea­son i've skipped post­ing about all pre­vi­ous re­leas­es of this Min­neapo­lis group here, beg­ging the ques­tion of what the fuck has been wrong with me all the time. While i'm con­sult­ing my ther­a­pist about that, lemme just say that this newest Cit­ric Dum­mies LP is a per­fect knock­out punch of ear­ly '80s-in­flu­enced-old­school-en­er­gy-meets-con­tem­po­rary-garage-punk good­ness pack­ing an ex­tra punch due to the al­ways ex­cel­lent pro­duc­tion du­ties of garage prodi­gy Erik Ner­vous, of whom we're gonna hear again this week. While the Hüsker Dü-ref­er­enc­ing ti­tle and art­work feel kin­da goofy at first glance, they're al­so not en­tire­ly out of place as these songs con­jure up a fury not en­tire­ly dis­sim­i­lar to the Dü in their prime but sim­i­lar things could be said of ear­ly Naked Ray­gun, Ado­les­cents, an oc­ca­sion­al hint of Bad Brains or a touch of Dick­ies in their catchi­est mo­ments. Every fuck­ing song on here is a sim­ple and pre­cise, pre­med­i­tat­ed hit in the guts, their in­cred­i­ble song wiz­ardry nev­er fail­ing to land even once.

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