It’s been a weak of smaller-fry (albeit excellent) releases and i’m behind on my blogging queue anyway so i’m gonna take the easy route of collating it all into a single blog post this time, okay?
First off, there’s some delicious new hardcore shit from Hattiesburg group Silo Kids, further bolstering the stellar reputation of that unassuming mid-sized Mississippi town for being on the forefront of inventive and quirky hardcore punk that just refuses to play by the established rules and conventions.
With Power Pants of Winchester, Virginia on the other hand, we kinda know what we can expect from a new release, of which there are quite a few already and the next one is never too far off anyway (their recent CS5 Cassingle having been mere weeks ago aswell). Their newest PP11 EP feels like a considerable level-up from anything they’ve done before though in a discography that just may have started to feel a bit redundant at some points. Not that anything fundamental about their catchy melodic garage punk sound had changed, but these are cleary some of the most rippin’ and well-crafted tunes we’ve heard of them so far.
Scrawlers from Tacoma, Washington then appear to scratch a quite similar – though also way more fuzzed-out and rough – itch of simple and effective garage punk delicacies that’ll sure have friends of S.B.F., Kid Chrome, Gobs or Robbie Thunder approvingly nodding along to.
Dallas, Texas group Thyroids have been going for many years now but really hit their stride in the current decade with their sound growing ever more unpredictable, evading clear catigorizarion and this holds truer than ever on their newest two-track single, on which elements of garage- and synth punk, noise rock/-pop and eggpunk bounce off each other to exhilarating effects.
Last but not least, there’s yet another Snarewaves EP delivering more of their patented electro punk formula that’s every bit as strikingly simple as it is out-there and pretty much unique right now and although you’d think that kind of thing would run into the law of diminishing returns at some point, so far every new release just has left me craving more of that good shit.
I wasn’t entirely sold on the novelty-rocker vibes of the bluesy, hard-/dad-rockin’ preview tune Hairy Man, but damn, does this new record not only get better from there on (plus, Hairy Man does work a lot better in the album context too), but there’s also easily some of the groups best material to be found on here with the following tracks Beef and Fire having plenty of an oldschool Useless Eaters and Pow! feel to them while Out Of Touch gradually dials up the levels of psychedelic haze that we’ve known at its most pronounced from their previous Perspex LP, before Hell (or rather, the first part thereof) finally kicks open the floodgates of catchy-as-fuck garage punk/fuzz pop goodness as we all know pretty much any Electric Prawns 2 record eventually does. The second circle of Hell (or maybe they’re better understood as two seperate songs, both called Hell?) takes all of the above and imbues it with a slightly campy goth note not unlike more recent Powerplant. Other notable highlights are the burst of ultra-classic aussie rock’n’roll that is Piece of Me and the in equal measure melodic and blues-infused bubblegum vibes of Waste, all of it arguably making for their overall strongest record so far. Who would’ve thought, making albums of conventional length may not be the worst idea after all!
Previous releases of this group from Pisa, Italy have all been obscured by a thick veil of of Lo-Fi grime and muck, yet the rough sonics couldn’t do anything to fully conceal the raw brilliance hiding beneath all the clutter. For their newest EP, they polished up their production values just enough for the first time to bring their eccentric, pocket-sized post punk epics out of the murky shadows and confirm our suspicion they don’t have to fear the revealing exposure to broad daylight. Starting off with a vibe not dissimilar to early 2010s surf-infused noise pop and fuzz punk groups like Male Bonding, early Wavves, No Age, Times Beach, Tiger! Shit! Tiger! Tiger! or, way more recently, Shooting Losers, it doesn’t take long though before their tunes also develop a distinct last-decade post punk feel á la Die! Die! Die! and Piles, but also rougher, weirder punk phenomena like Dumb Vision, Piss Wizard and Pink Guitars wouldn’t be too far fetched as a reference. On top of that, there’s an unmistakable hint of mid-90s-to-early-2000s postcore at play here, the kind some uncultured philistines may be inclined to dub screamo but let it be known once and for all that this distinction shall be considered an insult to any good band, so no, this ain’t screamo and fuck you for even bringing up that cursed idea.
Propulsive and well-rounded post punk on what appears to be the fourth album already by this group from Oslo, Norway that’s been existing for well over a decade by now but hasn’t released anything new in the last eight years. Anyway, this is highly competent shit that imbues their dark post punk / postcore sound – at first glance fitting in pretty well with the genre’s contemporary stretch – with plenty of thrilling texture, flashes of melody and a good deal of compositional finesse and rock-solid craftsmanship, reminding me of an unexpectedly colorful bunch of groups including the likes of Criminal Code, Wymyns Prysyn, Pretty Hurts, Corker, The Nation Blue, Girls In Synthesis, Bloody Gears or that recent Shepparton Airplane LP.
As you may have noticed, i have an unhealthy habit of comparing lots of bands to Saccharine Trust, some of whom may have never listened to Saccharine Trust to begin with. Now here’s a group actually confessing to that specific influence for a change, refreshing! The music of these Hungarians doesn’t disappoint either, their debut LP having a bit of an oldschool anarcho bent to itself and plenty of a Drive Like Jehu energy to boot, a touch of Big Black in Általános Életkrízis Magyarországon and glittering Sonic Youth-Style guitar textures all throughout with further similarities to more recent post punk phenomena like Straw Man Army, Marbled Eye, Institute and Corker. Best of all, their sound is bolstered by plenty of substance, their compositions being held together by smart, rock-solid craftsmanship and wise sonic construction.
What an effortlessly ass-kicking affair that is, the new tape by Winston Hightower and his new-ish crew, expanding their 2023 debut EP with four new tracks. Equally out-there and propulsive, these tunes cover a decent spectrum of fuzz-laden noise spread out inbetween the cornerstones of eccentric garage punk á la UV Race, Tyvek or Shark Toys, 2010s (proto-) egg punk of acts like Hobocop, early Skull Cult, and more recent liabilities in the vein of Print Head, Erik Nervous and that newest Billiam 7″. That shit rips, in other words.
Excellent new shit, the debut EP of this Nottingham, UK group whose style feels kinda fluid, evading categorization as a whole even if the isolated components feel fairly familiar, the most immediately striking ones being the eggpunk-related eccentricities of Snooper, early Skull Cult, Busted Head Racket, Clarko on one hand and the considerably rougher weirdness of Warp, Beef, Scud on the other while at times even approaching the unpredictable off-the-rails eclecticism of Pressure Pin, Checkpoint or TY.
We’re already two-and-a-half releases deep into Fog’s discography here, though a quick glance over the New Zeeland group’s previous LP/EP immediately reveals substantial improvements on their newest one. Although their basic ingredients of contemporary post punk and a hint of anarcho don’t bring anything new to the table in 2025 and may rightfully be compared to such groups as early Institute, Pyrex, Corker, Nag, Criminal Code and such, there’s also no denying that these songs are without exception expertly crafted blasts of grainy and underexposed noise with faint flashes of melody throughout, all the moving parts feeling a lot more deliberately arranged and refined than anything they’ve done previously.
Is it the third Dragnet LP already? Time flies man. For some reason (time & energy, usually) i’ve never given them the full blog post treatment here but i’m also gonna say they’ve never before sounded quite as tight, well-rounded, caffeinated and to-the-point as the Melbourne group featuring members of Vintage Crop, Gonzo and Teen Line among others does on their newest record. There’s on one hand that slight Uranium Club-esque vibe to it that also pervades much of the Vintage Crop discography but there’s just as much of a distinct quirky synth-driven, eggpunk-ish action going on that sits somewhere inbetween oldschool Ausmuteants, US bands like Smirk, Cherry Cheeks and Australia’s own Ghoulies, Aborted Tortoise and Electric Prawns 2.
I didn’t expect the latest LP of this Portsmouth, New Hampshire group to hit this hard – what an impressive qualitative leap from pretty much anything they’ve done before! Right out of the gate the opener Brain Feeder establishes a propulsive force in which weighty grooves and glittering melodic textures collide in a mix of post-, garage punk and a slight hint of postcore. For the remainder of the record, the formula gets further explored and expanded upon and their driving energy certainly gets plenty of reinforcement out of deliberate build-ups and carefully set-up dramaturgy in their sometimes rather simple but oftentimes quite intricate, always perfectly balanced song architectures.
