Excellent shit via Turbodiscos. Leipzig/Berlin group Exwhite shouldn't need an introduction at this point, having blasted a respectable hole in the floor with their recent Estray EP. Their side to this kickass little EP won't disappoint either as they deliver two comparatively straight-ahead, no-frills garage punk smashers. No less exciting are the tracks by Olympia, Washington synth-/garage punk act The Gobs who've already been making waves with a whole shitload of blown-out lo-fi demo releases. Here we get to witness them in something approaching proper mid-fi quality for the first time. Sounds fucking awesome too, who would've thought?
New shit by the world's only viking synth punk project… and we've got another winner! The title track just sucks you right in with a throbbing beat not unlike to the recent Dance single, spiked with a hint of ancient eurotrash cheesiness. With Go Ahead we then get an effective straight-up no-frills punk smasher, while the oddly placed/titled Instrumental Interlude feels like fun hommage to classic chiptunes that will also mesh well with the ongoing dungeon synth/-punk wave.
The Minneapolis group's debut EP last year was altogether excellent stuff already, yet on their most recent output they still up their game considerably - some added punch owing to a modest increase in production values perfectly matches up to a substantially cranked-up energy level on the group's part, showcasing their quirky and playful style of garage- and synth punk from their best side yet. Don't miss out on this if shit á la Patti, Reality Group, Research Reactor Corp., Satanic Togas, Erik Nervous, Ausmuteants, Liquids or Spodee Boy means anything to you!
I haven't got the slightest clue where these folks hail from and also how this EP, having been released a year ago apparently, could go unnoticed for so long. 'Cos this certainly ain't your typical average boring post punk record. Their sound of equal parts post punk and -core equipped with some excellent garage propulsion kinda bridges the gaps between a wide range of stuff of early Protomartyr or Constant Mongrel caliber on the Post Punk side of things, more garage-leaning acts in the Tyvek, Parquet Courts or Gotobeds vein, plenty of Hot Snakes-/Drive Like Jehu-esque postcore vibes and even the occasional hint of Mission Of Burma or Moving Targets can be found in there.
Canadian garage dude TJ Cabot's output only grows stronger with each new release and this one ain't no exception in once again hitting every single nail on the head, hammering home a catchy-as-fuck mix of power pop and garage punk that doesn't need to shy away from comparisons to greats such as The Marked Men, Erik Nervous, Tommy & The Commies, Andy Human & The Reptoids, Liquids, Bad Sports or Nick Normal.
The debut cassingle (?) of this Seattle group delivers a way too short yet altogether exciting synth- and garage punk freakout, the A-side HTCM in Block City bursting with an energy not too distant from acts like Liquid Face, Klint, Mononegatives, Ghoulies or Slimex. As for the B-Side Jerk Squad… Is krautwave an actual genre? 'Cos that's exactly what i'd describe this stuff as.
Now this is a kickass, impressively confident longplaying debut assembled by some dude from Brasília, Brazil out of only the finest bits and pieces contemporary DIY garage punk has to offer with acts like Andy Human and the Reptoids, Erik Nervous, Spodee Boy, Nick Normal or Belly Jelly particularly coming to mind, spiced up with occasional outbursts of Skull Cult-esque pandemonium. Even some psychedelic vibes á la Mononegatives, Osees or Pow! get mixed in, culminating in the monolithic acid punk one-two punch of Dddelirium and Plague V.
Don't expect too many surprises from the newest Vintage Crop LP but expect plenty of goodness nonetheless, following that certain garage punk formula the Melbourne group certainly did their part to establish in tandem with fellow acts such as Pinch Points, Dumb, Uranium Club and Aborted Tortoise, of which they deliver a slightly more straightforward and catchy variant here, also containing some occational traces of stuff like Patti, Parquet Courts or Institute. The two standouts here are the slower jams Impact of Wisdom and The Bloody War in which their songwriting qualities really get to shine, the latter one also carrying a melancholy, distinctly wire-esque vibe.
From some uncertain place in Bavaria, Germany comes this beauty of an EP meddling in a fittingly nebulous, fuzz-laden genre spectrum between garage- and acid punk, psych- and space rock. A required listen for, among others, connoisseurs of noise in the vein of Destruction Unit, Osees, Super-X, Hamer, Ounce, Faux Ferocious or Draggs.
I'm sure everyone's already taken notice, but i can't leave that one out here, a new release by the only german punk group i've ever heard of. In a nutshell, Pisse are still very much Pisse (and yes, that is indeed the german word for piss), their jet of yellow liquid still being very precisely focused on the various processes and phenomena involved in the gradual crushing of the human soul in that society of ours while not sparing the punk scene their due amount of ridicule either. Their music on the fringes of post- and garage punk ain't nothing to be embarrassed about either, even in the closing track Favorit, which drags some Suicide-esque synth minimalism through a decidedly german schlager hell.
