Although i still haven't dared yet to venture deeper into the kinda intimidating back catalog of Totowa, New Jersey act Monda, they have already made a lasting impression as a shapeshifting, restless creative force in constant flux over the course of this year. While this spring's Stiff Jumbo spazzed out gloriously and let its freak flag fly in short bursts of melodic noise and then, sumer's VIII saw them calm down and relax a bit, for large portions of their newest LP's I'd now say they're spacing out and i mean that in the most flattering sense. This is a fuzzy bundle of DIY space-/acid punk eccentricities that just can't hide the creative drive, human warmth, sense of wonder and curiosity behind its, admittedly, pretty fucking stoned appearance, on one hand reminding me a bit of groups like recent Mononegatives, late-era Useless Eaters, Pow! and some of the more motorik minded incarnations of The(e) O(h)Sees while other songs like I Alwys Have It Till I Need It, Chronic Embarrassment and Creek Time inhabit those same anthemic oldschool indie rock and fuzz punk qualities that made the aforementioned records so special.
Their recent split EP with The Dumpies showed huge progress for both groups and now, after the Dumpies followed that one up with an absolutely brilliant LP already, it's about time for the other shoe to drop in the form of a new Night Court LP, which it does so with an equally respectable thump in a generious seventeen-song burst of pure power pop supremacy, held together by first-rate songcraft and presented in a sonic mode of variable intensity, alternating between garage punk and oldschool indie rock which calls to mind such high-caliber acts as Bed Wettin' Bad Boys, Radioactivity, Bad Sports, Tommy and the Commies, Datenight, Vacation, Teen Line and Cheap Whine.
Astoria, Oregon group The Dumpies have been around for a bit already and have been a thoroughly lovable force ever since, yet their recent split EP with Night Court (of which most songs are also included here) signaled a huge leap forward in terms of energy, stylistic diversity and songwriting potency - a promise they certainly make good on with this incredible new LP, cycling through endless iterations of power pop-infused (garage-)punk, melancholy indie rockers and also numerous attacks of straight-up hardcore punk in a single impressive burst of uncontainable creativity, crude humor and eccentricity. There's not a trace of filler to be found on this record. Every song hits home without fail.
So much pure oldschool power pop excellence is to be found on this latest EP by some York, UK group that balances rock-solid songwriting chops and well-tempered, graceful arrangements with just the right amount of crunch and propulsion to keep things rolling ahead smoothly. What would amount to a recipe for boredom at worst or an instance of pleasant background noise at best in the hands of a lesser group easily transcends the mediocre standards of this ubiquitous genre here, impressively showcasing how you can still make that really old trick work if you know a thing or two about crafting a catchy tune, give it some loving polish and mind the details.
This Nottingham, UK group's debut EP feels pleasantly out of place to me in the current scene, channeling a number of currents of the mid-eighties to early nineties punk and alternative rock era. Most strikingly i'm reminded of Mega City Four with further bits and pieces of, say, Moving Targets, later Naked Raygun and even some traces of middle-period Hüsker Dü to be found in there, all of it anchored by some rock solid songcraft underneath. In addition, you might as well compare this stuff to a bunch of the previous decade's acts such as Pale Angels, Milk Music, Geronimo, Milked and California X.
The follow-up to this Totowa, New Jersey group's recent opus Stiff Jumbo, which consisted of no less than fourty below-one-minute punk smashers, comes across as a somewhat more conventional offering of catchy tunes located inbetween the sonic parameters of garage punk, noise pop and oldschool '80s/'90s indie rock. What hasn't changed at all though is the sheer strength and consistency of these songs, whose songwriting excellence never falters even once. This shit is easily on a level with highly regarded contemporaries of the Vaguess, Booji Boys, Datenight, Bad Sports, Vacation, Teen Line, The Wind-Ups and Bed Wettin' Bad Boys caliber.
The second tape by this New York group, brought to us by local NY specialist label Fuzzy Warbles Cassettes, is an insanely satisfying mixture oscillating between the parameters of relaxed garage punk and equally slacked-off indie rock, a bit like a more indie rock-leaning Vaguess mixed with some early Woolen Men, Bed Wettin' Bad Boys, recent Datenight or maybe a less cramped version of that latest Monda LP.
Brandon Monkey Fingers of St. John's, Canada feel kinda out of place in this day and age and y'all know i'm a sucker for that kind of shit. Their debut album covers a sonic range somewhere inbetween oldschool fuzz punk, '80s and '90s (proto-) grunge and indie rock seasoned with just a hint of sludge-y Amphetamine Reptile-style noise rock flourishes. Among the old guard, you might consider U-Men and early Mudhoney among their spiritual ancestors or the rougher ends of the Sebadoh sonic spectrum. Of more recent ocurrences, i'd name Dog Date and Hellco as possible references as well as early Pale Angels or a less melodic California X. Darth Vader's Boner carries a similar vibe of garage-infused noise rock to The Cowboy and Flat Worms. H.M.P. sounds a bit as if contemporary noise rockers like Metz, John (timestwo), Greys or Vangas got imbued with heavy overtones of Angst-esque psych folk while Norbit has quite some Dinosaur Jr. and Cloud Nothings energy under the hood on its way to a '90s Weezer-esque melodic conclusion.
So... it appears Neutrals have a new drummer bass player. Otherwise, thankfully not a whole lot has changed for this uncannily british sounding group from Oakland, California. It's their most melodic and mellow effort to date, leaning in heavy on the jangle-/power pop side of things with the post punk elements, while still clearly present, taking a back seat here and what can i say... these folks still have the tunes to make it stick, remaining an endlessly charming, singular treasure among the humble circle of Television Personalities- and Mekons worshippers, and this time, i'd even say threr's just a hint of The Wedding Present to be found in songs like Stop The Bypass.
The newest of a, to be perfectly honest, fucking inpenetrable amount of releases which have accumulated on this Totowa, New Jersey group's bandcamp page over the past few years, delivers a pure spectacle of short and catchy little tunes with a maximum length of exactly one minute, firing off fourty tracks inbetween the coordinates of garage punk, power pop, oldschool indie rock and fuzz punk in well under half an hour. The whole thing makes me think of a couple of 1980s DIY punk and indie rock landmarks like the early works of Guided By Voices, Fastbacks and M.O.T.O. just as much as a couple more recent bands like Booji Boys, Print Head, Vaguess and Datenight.
