The Misanthropes - The Misanthropes

Bril­liant new shit from folks who've pre­vi­ous­ly been play­ing, among oth­ers, in Melbourne's in­fa­mous­ly abra­sive post punk act Sew­ers as well as the some­what more ac­ces­si­ble, in­die rock-lean­ing out­fit Love Of Di­a­grams. What we get here is once again pret­ty much off the beat­en path, a heav­i­ly folk-in­fused melange in which the amer­i­cana-drenched punk of, say, Angst col­lides with some 80s Sci­en­tists, a hint of british psy­che­delia and plen­ty of pais­ley un­der­ground jan­gle­ness - a deep melan­cho­lia, at times a lit­tle rem­i­nis­cent of Brisbane's Kitchen's Floor find­ing its out­let in nonethe­less catchy-as-fuck melodies, em­bed­ded in­to a kin­da fuzzy, neb­u­lous sound­scape. Oth­er times, the melod­ic post punk of The Es­tranged comes to mind or the re­laxed psy­che­del­ic garage- and pow­er pop of White Fence, The Cairo Gang. Oth­er plau­si­ble ref­er­ences in­clude more or less re­cent groups á la Damak, ear­li­er Chronophage, Dead Finks, Refedex and The Molds.

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Class - But Who's Reading Me?

Class from Tuc­son, Ari­zona de­liv­er their strongest re­lease so far via the seem­ing­ly in­fal­li­ble Feel It Records. Their where­abouts cer­tain­ly make The Res­onars come to mind and in­deed their mas­ter­mind Matt Ren­don has been in­volved in the pro­duc­tion and fur­ther sim­i­lar­i­ties can be drawn in their some­what british in­va­sion-fu­eled brand of slight­ly psy­che­del­ic brand of garage rock, jan­gle- and pow­er pop. Class, how­ev­er, deal in a way more straight­for­ward and rougher-edged garage punk sound - the over­all vibe of Burn­ing Cash wouldn't feel out of place on the re­cent Strange At­trac­tor LP.

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Légumes Sex - LPette

An over­flow­ing buck­et of joy, the newest LP(ette) by some duo from Mon­treuil, France, gen­er­at­ing a mix­ture melod­ic of garage punk, old­school in­die rock, fuzz- and jan­gle pop re­mind­ing me of a di­verse group of more-or-less re­cent acts á la Dumb Punts, Woolen Men, Her­met­ic, Land­lines, The Ex­bats, Tape/​Off… or maybe a more down-to-earth P.S. I Love You, aswell as old in­die rock­ers of the Su­per­chunk, Archers Of Loaf va­ri­ety. This record serves as a per­fect re­minder that you don't need to stage a huge spec­ta­cle if you just de­liv­er on the melodies that stick.

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