Three fifths of this EP have already trickled out very slowly in the form of demos and digital singles. Finally, we can witness the thing in full now. I'd say the Nashville outfit have found their own unique little niche inside a crowded pool of egg-related weirdness, their jangly garage punk detonations shrunken to microscopic scale… a bit like a super-muted incarnation of R.M.F.C. with additional hints of Print Head, Neo Neos or early Erik Nervous.
Awesome post punk from Copenhagen that appears to inherit quite a bit of the city's previous musical DNA, especially from the early 2010s era when acts like Lower and early Iceage reigned supreme and more groups like Melting Walkmen, Echo People or Spines cropped up in their wake. Haevner's debut LP infuses that certain formula with a strong melodic sensibility and some goth and (oh-so-fashionable, as of late) death rock vibes while international acts such as Criminal Code, Sievehead, The Estranged, Holograms or Pretty Hurts don't seem too far off either at some points.
it took them a while but finally this Austin, Texas group's debut album has reached our shores and oh boy, is this a rare spectacle wildly surpassing any expactations i might've had for this one. Their sound is clearly and heavily inspired by certain parts of the SST Records era, prime among these being the folk-/americana-infused punk rock of Angst, early Meat Puppets and Minutemen while at the same time you might find bits and pieces of Saccharine Trust, early Dinosaur Jr. or Mission Of Burma in there and in more recent years, certain aspects of this lineage have been kept alive by a diverse cluster acts such as Milk Music, Chronophage, Dead Finks, Dharma Dogs and The Molds. Or Woolen Men, just maybe, if you stretch your imagination a bit.
You can't ever go wrong with another EP by Orlando's melodic synth-, garage- and post punk powerhouse Cherry Cheeks who achieved some kind of punk rock quasi-nighthood last year as signified by their first LP being released on Total Punk. The newest self-released bunch of tracks delivers more of the same catchy goodness with slight similarities to groups like Freak Genes, Powerplant, Trashdog, Warm Exit, Alien Nosejob and Set-Top Box.
This montreal group's debut EP delights with a batch of fairly melodic, simple-and-effective little smashers in the realm of garage pop, fuzz- and post punk reminding me of a particular cluster of groups from a few years ago including acts such as Feature, Negative Scanner, Slowcoaches and UV-TV. Also, in Get Loose, there's a distinct Wire vibe at play here and y'all know i'm a sucker for that kind of shit.
Though Side B didn't click with me quite as much as his Side A debut EP, this Marmora, New Jersey dude is operating in the golden zone once again on his newest Side C with a roughly 80% hit ratio. Less goth-leaning this time, his DIY garage- and post punk miniatures come across as unpredictable as ever with echoes of stuff á la S.B.F., Set-Top Box, Stalins of Sound, Erik Nervous or The Spits scattered throughout this fun little grab bag of tunes.
On their newest, heavily pandemic-delayed LP, Budapest's Padkarosda don't tweak their existing formula too much which is just fine - no need to fix what isn't broken and that one thing they do, they still excell at: crafting moody oldschool post punk soundscapes with that raw, pitch black all-consuming death rock vibe.
Already having made a great first impression with their recent Vol. 1 tape, Cincinnati's Catastrophic Dance Ensemble have another tiny treat for us, roughly two-and-a-half new songs in their heavily egg-leaning oddball cheesy mixture of garage-, post- and synth punk that friends of, say… Set-Top Box, R.M.F.C., Eugh, Metdog, Mononegatives, Nuts are gonna have another field day with.
Following last year's somewhat uneven debut LP of this Berlin group, their newest album is a huge step forward in every aspect - the hugely improved song substance being driven forth with unrelenting momentum and captured in a mid-fi aesthetic that fits them perfectly. Soundwise, they're clearly taking cues from a long lineage of proto- and oldschool garage punk - obviously Stooges, MC5 and Death to begin with, in addition to Dead Moon and some Wipers touches but, most of all, that austalian breed of groups like Saints, Radio Birdman, Scientists appear to have left their mark in their sound, not to mention the larger-than-life fuzz punk one-hit-wonders God - but while the latter seemed to flame up and burn out over the short duration of one glorious A-side never to reach such heights again, S.U.G.A.R. show no signs of wear yet, repeating that marvel eightfold for a certified all-killer-no-filler album.
A marked change of pace for La Vida Es Un Mus Discos - a label usually more concerned with the rougher ends of the hard- and postcore spectrum - the debut album of this basque group has a contemporary Lo-Fi appeal to its unique take on garage punk with a somewhat murky and bent (or dare i say: Warttman-esque?) sound aesthetic where either guitars sound like synths or vice versa, i wouldn't be able to tell either way. While their playfulness and melodicity call to mind recent stuff by the likes of Prison Affair, Alien Nosejob's hardcore 45s, Beta Maximo or Algara, there's also a raw and authentic 80s hardcore undercurrent going on here peppered with some gentle flashes of Oi! and 90s emocore.
