Datenight - Clueless and Hangless

At first glance i wasn't quite sure if this Nashville group's newest LP isn't gonna be just a bit too mel­low for my taste but even­tu­al­ly, the sheer strength of their Lo-Fi in­die rock songcraft wins me over once again, the whole thing hav­ing the feel of a scrap­py odds-and-ends col­lec­tion which might just be the case. This as­sess­ment is on­ly be­ing re­in­forced by the fact that the songs ap­pear in al­pha­bet­i­cal or­der here - the tunes them­selves are pure A-grade stuff though.

Al­bum-Stream →

Завірюга - 18000

The on­ly ukran­ian egg­punk group that i know of so far had al­ready piqued my in­ter­est with a batch of su­per sol­id ex­tend­ed plays in re­cent weeks and with their newest one, they're fuck­ing killing it if you ask me. Manda­to­ry new lis­ten­ing for fans of shit á la Prison Af­fair, Set-Top Box, Beer and Nuts!

The Bozo Big Shit Garbage Band - It's My Move

A new Trad­ing Wreck­age re­lease, which is al­ways good for some vague­ly no wave-in­formed joy, chaos and de­prav­i­ty. This one's a re­al stun­ner though! In this par­tic­u­lar in­car­na­tion, The Bo­zo Big Shit Garbage Band ap­pears to be a so­lo en­deav­or of Tony Shit al­so known as Reese McLean and what­ev­er oth­er monikers the guy has gone un­der, who has al­so been an in­te­gral part of the likes of Gay Cum Dad­dies, Eat Avery's Bones, Bukkake Moms, Flesh Narc and many oth­ers. While some cos­mic back­ground hum of no wave ex­per­i­men­ta­tion is still tan­gi­ble here, a lack of hu­man chaos and clut­ter dur­ing record­ing ap­pears to have al­so trans­lat­ed in­to an equal­ly less clut­tered al­bum. Al­though still every bit as cre­ative and un­pre­dictable as we came to ex­pect from pre­vi­ous re­leas­es, this newest one does it all in a struc­tured, catchy and propul­sive man­ner pre­vi­ous­ly un­heard from this dude, at times rem­i­nis­cent of groups on the in­ter­sec­tion of garage-, post- and art punk like the UV Race, Soft Shoul­der, Shark Toys and Par­quet Courts, while in oth­er mo­ments, this shit might sounds like some Am­Rep and Touch&Go-esque 90s Noise Rock col­lides with mid-eight­ies The Fall.

Al­bum-Stream →

Red Dons - Generations

An un­ex­pect­ed new EP of the fab­u­lous Red Dons, whose mas­ter­mind Daniel Husayn ap­par­ent­ly has, in re­cent years, been most­ly busy with mas­ter­ing great tunes rather than play­ing and record­ing such. So now here we have the first new ma­te­r­i­al in close to six years of the orig­i­nal­ly Port­land-based group . It's among their most solemn, moody and qui­et stuff so far and the gam­ble pays off just ad­mirably thanks to their un­wa­ver­ing song­writ­ing ex­cel­lence, an un­bend­ing per­for­mance and that cer­tain har­mon­ic sen­si­bil­i­ty that is very much their own.

Al­bum-Stream →

Achterlicht - Demo

I to­tal­ly over­looked this thing the first time around, so i'm glad that the Flori­da la­bel Xtro is giv­ing it a sec­ond spin, fi­nal­ly suc­ceed­ing at bring­ing this Haar­lem, Nether­lands group to my at­ten­tion. To make it short: This shit is some stu­pid, fun and sham­bol­ic old­school garage punk de­light most­ly rem­i­nis­cent of oth­er eu­ro acts like Dadar, Shit­ty Life, Mi­traille, Moron's Mo­rons and Itch­es.

Al­bum-Stream →


Swedish la­bel Push My But­tons brings us the full length de­but of this swiss group, which al­so presents their strongest set of tunes so far and their son­ic vi­sion at its most re­al­ized. That means: a de­vi­ous­ly catchy dopamine rush of glitzy wave-ish synth- and garage punk smash­ers - ex­quis­ite sug­ary good­ness echo­ing the likes of Wrist­watch, Dig­i­tal Leather, Sex Mex, Tele­drome, Pow­er­plant, The Gobs, Shrinkwrap Killers, Stal­ins Of Sound and Video­drome.

Al­bum-Stream →

The Present Age - Radio Static Intelligible

This Oshkosh, Wis­con­sin group is cook­ing up a va­ri­ety of in­ven­tive and adap­tive anochro­nisms rough­ly in the realms post punk and post­core, garage punk and clas­sic '90s in­die rock, com­ing off as re­fresh­ing­ly out-of-place and -touch in today's land­scape. Some '90s Dischord-meets-Touch and Go feel is go­ing on in tracks such as Ph­tha­late Mates and the groovy psy­che­del­ic clos­ing epos Clum­sy As­cetic. A hint of Pro­tomar­tyr in Locks Fas­ten, psy­che­del­ic flour­ish­es in The De­liv­ery and hints of Swervedriv­er in songs like Ra­dio Sta­t­ic. Fur­ther, at dif­fer­ent points, you might be re­mind­ed of re­cent post punk/-core acts like Bat­piss, Stuck and Bench Press, groups on the in­ter­sec­tion of garage- and post punk like Tyvek, Par­quet Courts or Flat Worms in ad­di­tion to groups on the more melod­ic and jan­g­ly edges of post- and art punk á la Go­tobeds, Sleepies, Tape/​Off and Shark Toys.

Al­bum-Stream →

Daughter Bat and the Lip Stings - Secret Tape

This Syd­ney group has nev­er dis­ap­point­ed and nei­ther do they on their newest top-se­cret EP, so se­cret in fact, that even the song ti­tles shall re­main a mys­tery for the time be­ing. What i can tell you though is that this thing once again fuck­ing slams - an­oth­er per­fect run of lo-fi pow­er pop, garage-, fuzz- and egg­punk. Just don't tell any­one, okay?

Insane Urge - My America

This group's sec­ond cas­sette on Im­po­tent Fe­tus or Down South Tapes or what­ev­er it's called this week, con­sid­er­ably one-ups their pre­vi­ous one in terms of undi­lut­ed fury while car­ry­ing across all the traits we've come to ex­pect from that label's out­put - rough and grimy as fuck yet un­ex­pect­ed­ly catchy at the same time. A per­fect storm of garage- and KBD-in­fest­ed hard­core prim­i­tivism.

Al­bum-Stream →

Gym Tonic - Sanitary Situations

A good four years af­ter an in­sane­ly en­joy­able de­but LP of this Berlin group, we fi­nal­ly get an­oth­er taste of the same, fair­ly quirky yet ex­pert­ly pro­pelled synth-, garage- and post punk good­ness sure to de­light ad­mir­ers of stuff in the vein of, say, Bel­ly Jel­ly, Puff, Dum­my, Aus­muteants, Quit­ter, Liq­uid Lunch, Ghoulies, Diode or Spot­ting.

Al­bum-Stream →