As coincidence would have it, here's yet another group of somewhat fuzzy whereabouts although the available evidence generally points toward Pennsylvania this time. On their most recent full-length effort, a warbly blown-out lo-fi acoustic intro gives way to a knockout punch of a post punk blast that sounds a bit as if the hallucinogenic haze of groups á la Piles or Die! Die! Die! entered the pitch black worlds of Nag. Other times we get somewhat more conventional yet nonetheless ass-kicking flashes of oldschool doom- and sludge-leaning AmRep-style noise rock colliding with the spaced out acid punk excess of, say, Destruction Unit, Hamer or Super-X.
I haven't got the slightest clue where these folks hail from and also how this EP, having been released a year ago apparently, could go unnoticed for so long. 'Cos this certainly ain't your typical average boring post punk record. Their sound of equal parts post punk and -core equipped with some excellent garage propulsion kinda bridges the gaps between a wide range of stuff of early Protomartyr or Constant Mongrel caliber on the Post Punk side of things, more garage-leaning acts in the Tyvek, Parquet Courts or Gotobeds vein, plenty of Hot Snakes-/Drive Like Jehu-esque postcore vibes and even the occasional hint of Mission Of Burma or Moving Targets can be found in there.
Don't expect too many surprises from the newest Vintage Crop LP but expect plenty of goodness nonetheless, following that certain garage punk formula the Melbourne group certainly did their part to establish in tandem with fellow acts such as Pinch Points, Dumb, Uranium Club and Aborted Tortoise, of which they deliver a slightly more straightforward and catchy variant here, also containing some occational traces of stuff like Patti, Parquet Courts or Institute. The two standouts here are the slower jams Impact of Wisdom and The Bloody War in which their songwriting qualities really get to shine, the latter one also carrying a melancholy, distinctly wire-esque vibe.
The newest EP of Rhode Island one-man-band Germ House aka Justin Hubbard carries another strong batch of songs in their trademark juxtaposition of rustic post punk abstraction and a folky undercurrent. Especially in the first half, these songs feel a tad more developed than usual this time while still retaining their overall quirkiness and their minimalist, fragmentary charme.
Seven more inches of undiluted greatness from Berlin post punk stalwarts Pigeon. The a-side is a turbocharged stremroller just as catchy as it's abrasive while the b-side track goes a more cumbersome, slow and stubborn route to a no less pulverizing effect.
I'm sure everyone's already taken notice, but i can't leave that one out here, a new release by the only german punk group i've ever heard of. In a nutshell, Pisse are still very much Pisse (and yes, that is indeed the german word for piss), their jet of yellow liquid still being very precisely focused on the various processes and phenomena involved in the gradual crushing of the human soul in that society of ours while not sparing the punk scene their due amount of ridicule either. Their music on the fringes of post- and garage punk ain't nothing to be embarrassed about either, even in the closing track Favorit, which drags some Suicide-esque synth minimalism through a decidedly german schlager hell.
This project revolving around Jim Blaha (The Blind Shake, Jim and the French Vanilla) and Annie Sparrows (Soviettes, Awesome Snakes) sounds quite unlike any of Jim Blaha's other groups that i'm aware of on their second LP, these songs without exception having a dreamy, melancholy power pop vibe and an unlikely post punk edge to them - kinda like a mix between Radioactivity, Mind Spiders and a slightly muted The Estranged fused together by rock solid songwriting chops.
The Leipzig scene delivers reliable quality once again with this EP made up of hyperactive garage-/post punk bastardizations calling to mind a cluster of groups á la Onyon, Patti, Big Bopper, Warm Red, Cat Scan, Rogue… a bit of Ex-Cult & Constant Mongrel, maybe??
The debut Album of this Philadelphia group is, in a word, fucking impressive. Versatile, inventive post punk this is, moving about somwhere inbetween the repetitive abstraction of Nots, the no-bullshit direct attack of Lié, grooves, noise eruptions and melodic textures reminiscent of early Protomartyr, some sparkling Sonic Youth-esque walls of noise and the relentless propulsion of Nervosas, then closing out the album with a jam enveloped in a thick psychedelic haze.
Damn, i thought i was done blogging for the week and then this unexpected little gem of crude and shambolic noise by a Budapest group crops up last minute, their sound striking me as a peculiar fusion of oddball garage punk in the Eddy Current Suppression Ring and UV Race vein with similarly weird acts in the post punk and oldschool indie rock field such as Treehouse, Kitchen's Floor, The Molds and City Yelps.
