Whoa, what an excellent debut EP by a Memphis, Tennessee group! The opener plays out kinda like Drive Like Jehu or Hot Snakes in creative overdrive mode, also being somewhat reminiscent of contemporary bands like Meat Wave, Mystic Inane, Tunic or Wymyns Prysyn. Next they change gear entirely and come up with a mid-tempo post punk tune in which a pulsing beat collides with some serious Flying Nun-style psychedelia and a certain Sauna Youth vibe. The latter also permeates the subsequent two garage punk smashers with echoes of Ex-Cult, early Teenanger or Dumb Punts, gradually shapeshifting into more of a post punk and indie rock style not unlike Gotobeds, Sleepies or B-Boys, which in the closing track once again morphs into kind of a Swervedriver-esque slow jam. There's not a single weak spot to be found on this record!
In a week already pretty heavy on egg-related releases, all that's left for me to say about this debut EP is that the good egghead gospel seems to have reached the righteous people of Chile at last and that fact alone fills my heart with so much joy - of course also helped by this being such a fun little record.
Yet another Goodbye Boozy 7" by a trio whose lineup is the stuff wet dreams of today's distinguished garage-, synth- and eggpunk connoisseur are made of, including connections to Skull Cult and roughly half of the Warttman empire. The results are rather unsurprising…ly awesome!
Speaking of the naughty one's favorite garments… they're also half the subject of a nice new split 7" on Goodbye Boozy, delivering two short and sweet rippers with Strange Attraction giving off a strong Buck Biloxi & The Fucks vibe. The songs by Zoids complement this perfectly, operating within similar parameters manifest in both a straightforward rockin' opening track and a delightfully twisted follow-up.
My carefully tuned anomaly-detecting instruments are sensing some curious egghead activity coming from Belgium, more specifically from some Brussels one-man-act. And what a neat little quality batch of songs has resulted from this. Fans of acts like Warm Exit, Set-Top Box, R.M.F.C. or Satanic Togas, rejoyce! Put a subliminal dungeon smell on top and this is roughly where you'll end up. Also, there's some kind of an unexpected Spray Paint-goes-garage punk vibe going on in Horse Power.
It appears this Austin, Texas group's second full-length has already been slowly rotting away on their bandcamp page largely unnoticed for a while now. This has to change fast. The album starts out somewhat akin to the melodic Lo-Fi garage punk and power pop of Vaguess or Booji Boys, then cycles through various iterations of a slightly KBD-esque garage-, and hardcore-leaning sound not entirely unlike recent acts in the Launcher, Liquid Assets, Fried Egg or Freakees vein, with the occasional subtle Gun Club vibe. Also, there's a beautifully shambolic cover version of Minutemen's Corona that manages to not suck in the slightest. Now all of you go make these dudes filthy rich and famous!
Another delicious leftover from last week is this debut EP by an australian group, made up of four flawless hardcore-meets-garage punk bangers, the straight and simple Frustrated Youth being nothing short of a timeless anthem. Inevitably i'm reminded of Cement Shoes and - to a lesser degree - earlier Electric Chair, Chainshot or Exxon.
One of my favorite unidentified noise-emitting Berlin entities has done it again! Gear up to be enraptured by four of his newest, straightforward-yet-playful lo-fi garage- and post punk jams.
An awesome little debut mini-LP by a Buenos Aires group. Revolving around a more-or-less oldschool-ish, brass-enhanced style of garage- and art punk vaguely reminiscent of Downtown Boys, they certainly like to mix things up a bit here and there when they occasionally enter post punk territory or try on a '77-touched Buzzcocks-meet-Undertones powerpop vibe like in Sin tu amor, keeping this a fun and entertaining ride throughout. While not everything hits the bulls-eye quite yet (Ya no soy is simply too little of an actual song), most of it works out just beautifully.
Some pathetic loser in Leipzig, Germany is playing around with bleep-emitting hardware and recording equipment, not yet fully realizing this leads to him ending up fighting the good battle at the forefront of the egghead revolution. This record is a fucking masterpiece you need to have in your life. Having only listened to it once, i already feel a lot smarter, more balanced - full enlightenment only inches away. Almost being a wise old man myself, i can't stress enough how fucking proud i am of this little shit.
