Another moldy wet lump of ultracontagious punk shit, equal parts garage punk, KBD-style mischief and hardcore punk of the very old school. Not too far off from stuff like Liquid Assets, Fried E/M or Launcher.
Two noisy new artifacts brought to us by New York's exquisite D4MT label. First, there's a new extended play by hard-/postcore powerhouse Kaleidoscope on which their sound comes across a tiny bit more more simplified and straightforward than on last year's killer debut LP, yet as inspired, playful and inventive as ever. Similar things can be said about the debut album of Straw Man Army, a duo i can't find much information on, but at a quick glance they seem to consist of none other than Kaleidoscope's drummer boy and some other dude. Just as you'd expect, this is another quite adventurous ride through the realms of dark post punk both classic and contemporary, sometimes bordering on Crass-style minimalism, Wipers-esque melancholia while also reminding me of more recent eccentricities by the likes of Murderer or Wymyns Prysyn.
Another record by muteant Jake Robertson's shapeshifting project Alien Nosejob. After last year's 7" on Iron Lung Records, this is the second time he's venturing into hardcore punk. Taking advantage of the longer running time, we see him mixing things up and exploring the genre a bit deeper this time, resulting in a quite varied set of tunes. Everything Robertson tackles here, it just works admirably well.
Hardcore Punk that starts out like a throwback to the early days both in terms of its uncompromising force as well as its inventiveness, unburdened by genre rules and conventions. Then things get… even more interesting with every passing minute. Often making use of uncharacteristically melodic guitar work and catchy garage-style riffing, the Nashville group's freestyle approach to plundering their way through punk's rich history fits in just as well with more recent developments in Hardcore and bands such as Cement Shoes, Rolex or Pink Guitars.
Another extended play by these Vancouver punks. You know what to expect, they know how to deliver. Six flawless eruptions of oldschool-ish, garage-doped no-frills hardcore punk.
A new EP by Maestro Voltaire's second most prolific project Cells. Need i say more? Seven more gems of gloriously fucked up, blown out hardcore punk joy.
Whoa… gotta say i wasn't prepared for the kind of storm this group from Milan, Italy lets loose on their first longplayer. On a surface level this is some variety of vaguely oldschool hardcore punk with strong anarcho influences, some traces of crust - you know, the kind of stuff we've had no shortage of in recent years. But then again, this record is characterislzed by an endless string of colorful, unconventional decisions and flourishes, making what could have been a rather cookie-cutter, decent genre effort into an ambitious, thrilling beauty to behold. Also helped by a production which strikes the perfect balance between relentless propulsion and blown out Lo-Fi scuzz. As far as contemporary hardcore goes, this shit stands completely on its own and simply hits evey single nail on its head.
This Melbourne group's debut 7" is a concentrated blast of highly flammable garagecore spiked with additional noise- & postcore accelerants, achieving a resolute punch akin to ADVLTS, Bad Breeding while their unruly garage & oldschool hardcore riot leaves a trail of destruction not unlike Fried E/M, Electric Chair or Modern Needs.
Now that's™ some potent shit coming out of poland, presumably. Equal parts hardcore- and garage punk, efficiently propelled forward by an ultra-simplistic drumming style giving the whole thing an almost cowpunk vibe, but also leaving plenty of room for the noise-laden sonic textures by the string torturing division to spread out - kinda like you might have heard in the past from Bands like Leche, Murderer, Yambag, Lux… maybe even a bit of Wymyns Prysyn hidden in there.
I've already failed to mention this group at least two times and feel kinda bad about that - although you might have heard them already on some of my "Verspannungskassette" mixtapes. So, if you haven't been acquainted with this Ottawa group's chemically unstable garage-/hardcore-/KBD-style punk extravaganza yet, here's your next chance. This tape, brought to us by malasyan punk stronghold Pissed Off! Recs, contains pretty much every note of their demo tape and 7" released last year in, as it appears to me, mostly re-recorded and extra explosive renditions.