Dungeon punk's chief ambassadors bestow upon us the gift of three new battle cries and oh boy, are they getting more epic, determined, elaborate and ridiculous with each release… and i'm all down for it!
An excellent dispatch from the Chemnitz post punk scene mostly evoking comparisons to Berlin based acts á la Diät, Pigeon or Pretty Hurts, although you might also find some semblance of Stuttgart's Karies in there. The clear highlights on here are the almost balladesque songs Delirium and Das Programm, reaching melodic heights akin to the very best of Sievehead, Puritans or the most recent Criminal Code LP.
The second extended play by this New York group is a new load of highly concentrated post punk bliss, sure to energize admirers of powerhouse acts such as Rank/Xerox, Marbled Eye, Nag, Negative Space, Knowso or early Institute. There also appears to be a slight noise rock edge at play here, kinda reminding me of shit like Brandy or Cutie.
The first few noisy artifacts of this Detroit group - a kickass EP's worth of standalone tracks unceremoniously dumped on their bandcamp page - span a gamut evoking some of the best references on the intersection of garage punk and postcore, ranging from straightforward garage R'n'R acts á la Sick Thoughts, early Video & Teenanger, to the explosive genre bastards of Crisis Man, Ascot Stabber and Flowers Of Evil, not to mention some unmistakable Hot Snakes kind of vibe all the way through.
The New York group's newest cassette clicks with me instantly, their quirky power pop tunes striking me as a somewhat new wave-ish melange of melodic, predominantly early british post punk somewhere in the extended neighborhood of groups such as Desperate Bicycles, Mekons, Television Personalities and Swell Maps.
Speaking of eggs… here's another batch of short and sweet smashers in the realm of occasionally hardcore-infused garage- and post punk that at one point or another kinda resembles a curious mixture of Big Bopper, Feed/Zhoop/Djinn, S.B.F., Patti and Landowner.
Another tape by Barcelona's best address for dazzlingly upbeat and catchy garage punk delivers yet another ultra-compact payload of low-fidelity, high-egginess transcendence, no amount of tape hiss being able to drown out that constant barrage of ultra-potent and highly infectious pop hooks bearing some vague similarity to acts like R.M.F.C., Nuts, Set-Top Box, Dee Bee Rich or Erik Nervous.
This Melbourne group's 2017 debut EP still resonates with me as one of the most unique experiences in the garage-/post-/art punk spere of its time. Almost five years having passed since then, it's no surprise their follow-up EP showcases a somewhat more streamlined yet still ambitious and surprising grab-bag of songs which continue to draw plenty of inspiration from both Chairs Missing-era Wire and early, Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd, this time leaning in heavier on the spaced-out post punk side of things, also sounding not quite unlike a more eleborate version of B-Boys or Gotobeds. Then at their most melodic and straightforward, Elsewhere is the kind of anthemic oldschool indie rock smasher rarely encountered these days.
The busy Montreal scene has yet another head-scratcher in store for the discerning connoisseur of weird-ass garage-/post-/egg-/ADHD-punk and oh boy, is that a delightful and quirky, disjointed-as-fuck mess of an EP scavenging bits and pieces from all the right phenomena of contemporary punk eccentricity including acts such as Print Head, Reality Group, Patty, Slimex, Big Bopper or Skull Cult.
When this New York dude's enchanting and bewildering 2020 debut EP Hedgemakers hit, i didn't have the slightest clue who's the mastermind behind Peace De Résistance. Turns out it's none other than Institute vocalist Moses Brown - yeah, kinda makes sense in retrospect, i guess. Dunno how i missed that. His first longplayer now unfolds a somewhat more elaborate, yet still pretty minimalist soundscape that once again feels out of place in all the best ways - a time capsule of hazy false memories weaving early strains of proto-, art- and post punk into a vivid, semi-plausible case of the Mandela effect.