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.
As a counterbalance to my last post, here's kind of a musical shitpost created by some seattle dude who also happened to play in one or the other local legend you might have heard of. A fourteen-act rock opera of 7"-sized proportions that kinda plays out like an odd fusion of 80's Nomeansno, early Minutemen and Saccharine Trust… chances are i'm already overthinking this though.
Boom! What this canadian group has spit onto their debut tape is seven minutes of absolutely flawless and unrelenting, slightly garage- and KBD-soaked oldschool hardcore fury exposing not a single weak link in their breakneck performance.
I've been a bit late to the party when it comes to this Atlanta group which has been around for over a decade by now, with their 2018 No Face 7" being my first exposure to them. Also, i didn't know at that time they're sharing members with post punk minimalists Nag. Now that certainly makes sense. Not only is this clearly the same singer here, but there are also abundant sonic similarities to note. Predator kinda sound like the slightly more sociable cousin to Nag, leaning heavier into garage territory with occasional hardcore moments. I mean like… at times they almost sound like they're actually enjoying themselves!
I know you've all been waiting for this. The second dispatch from Copenhagen garage-/hardcore punk duo OK Satán has arrived, filling us in on seven epic new stories from their magical world limited only by an ever-expanding technicolor horizon, dealing with important and controversial topics such as their names, your very problematic face and them not giving a shit. Another brilliant, multi-layered masterpiece!
Here's yet another short and sweet tape carrying one of those delicious oldschool hardcore/KBD-style/Garage Punk hybrids, so simple and elegant and flawless in its execution. I never get tired of this kind of shit.
Deluxe Bias is killing it once again with another riduculously short cassette containing three dark brown puddles of hardcore punk that couldn't get much more primal than this, overwhelming the listener by sheer sonic force before they even had the time to make any judgement about what the fuck they've just been listening to.
Okay… it looks like the current dungeon craze, which seemingly started out in the realm of synth-based soundscapes some time ago and has since then progressively been making its presence known on the fringes of garage punk, is now slowly but inevitably extending its grip into the musty cellars of hardcore punk. This fun new tape of medieval survival hymns about other people's heads meeting blunt, heavy objects sounds a bit as if Lumpy & The Dumpers, Cülo and Strange Attractor joined forces to record an alternate Jabberwocky soundtrack.
This is the second hardcore 7" of muteant Jake Robertson's Alien Nosejob for Iron Lung Records, his third harcore-centric release overall if i didn't miss anything. And of course it's yet another delightful batch of playful, inventive takes on the genre. What else did you expect?
Dollhouse's 2019 demo already was a thoroughly respectable blast of forward-thinking noise and even more so is their new EP that came out recently via Toxic State Records, thanks to a comparatively slick production putting their sound emanating from a gray area between modern hardcore, post punk and postcore in just the right light, balancing abrasive scuzz with sheer force. The whole thing calls to mind a refreshingly diverse cluster of groups like Mystic Inane, Hot Snakes, Wymyns Prysyn, Launcher, Cement Shoes or Liquid Assets.