Fever Gleaming - Fever Gleaming

A kick­ass mix­ture of straight­for­ward, melan­choly post- and garage punk melod­i­cism on this Min­neapo­lis group's de­but tape. Most of all this re­minds me of a mix be­tween ear­ly Ner­vosas, Red Dons, The Es­tranged and Day­light Rob­bery, but even a hint of Vol­cano Suns, Mov­ing Tar­gets and the oc­ca­sion­al smidge of Clum­sy-era Sami­am can be found in here. Al­so friends of Telecult, Short Days and Cheap Whine will sure get a kick out of this!

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Timüt - No Live

Ex­cel­lent shit, this record­ed-live-on-tour de­but al­bum by a group from Metz, France. This stuff can be rough­ly clas­si­fied as (neo-) no wave funk with, just maybe, a slight added touch of egg­punk and oc­ca­sion­al mo­ments of '90s Dischord uni­verse. Maybe think of a more en­er­getic, di­rect, dance­able and min­i­mal­ist, less art­sy vari­ant of groups á la D.U.D.S., Pill or N0V3L.

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Longings - Dreams In Red

A strong batch of new tunes by this Amherst, Mass­a­chu­setts group hav­ing noth­ing to prove at this point… and it on­ly took them as lit­tle as eight years to fol­low up their 2015 de­but EP! Sound-wise, this is still most­ly the same time­less brand of con­cise, song-based, quite dark and moody post punk, sure to get the ap­proval of friends of shit á la Crim­i­nal Code, VHS, Sieve­head, Video, Sched­ule 1, Sieve­head, Pyrex or Clock Of Time.

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Midgee - Mixtape

Our week­ly taste of catchy & funky, egg-re­lat­ed Lo-Fi garage-/synth punk weird­ness comes cour­tesy of some Mel­bourne dude or group and might be com­pared in on­ly the most fovor­able fash­ion to the likes of Prison Af­fair, Nuts, Set-Top Box and Beer. Love it!

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Peel - The Spectacle Of Perpetual Motion

Hy­per­ac­tive, quirky and chaot­ic yet equal­ly smart and elab­o­rate, slight­ly no wave-ish post punk from Ban­dung, In­done­sia! This is es­sen­tial new fod­der for fans of shit in the vein of, say, Pat­ti, Re­al­i­ty Group, Big Bop­per and Ex­it Group.

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Night Punch - Where Sins Bloom So Does Death

On their kick­ass de­but LP, Ham­burg group Night Punch present a tight-as-fuck melange of slight­ly goth-lean­ing, hor­ror-themed garage-, synth- and post punk that some­times cranks its tem­po up in­to hard­core spheres, oth­er times be­ing rem­i­nis­cent of a ba­sic Spits for­mu­la spiked with plen­ty of sur­pris­es and un­ex­pect­ed flour­ish­es for an over­all equal­ly quirky and dark aes­thet­ic which is sure to please dark punk-, death rock- and dun­geon afic­i­na­dos all the same. Fur­ther pos­si­ble ref­er­ences would be a num­ber of garage- and synth punk acts like The Gobs, Liq­uid Face, Shrinkwrap Killers, Bro­ken Prayer, Droids Blood, Iso­tope Soap, the un­fil­tered thrust of Exwhite, maybe even a hint of Acrylics in the rougher patch­es.

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Busted Head Racket - Junk Food

A strong pack­age of catchy weirdo synth punk tunes by that group from New­cas­tle, Aus­tralia who made a great im­pres­sion al­ready with their songs on a split EP with Cologne's Teo Wise. Its two songs are fea­tured here aswell, in sig­nif­i­cant­ly more crunchy record­ings - a de­light­ful mid-fi aes­thet­ic some­what rem­i­nis­cent of, say, ear­ly Nots, Slimex, Toe Ring, Daugh­ter Bat and the Lip Stings.

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Atol Atol Atol - Koniec sosu tysi​ą​ca wysp

This thing isn't ex­act­ly new at this point, hav­ing been self-re­leased last fall on their band­camp page. It took a cas­sette edi­tion via Leipzig la­bel U-Bac for me to ac­tu­al­ly re­al­ize its qual­i­ties though, which are re­al­ly no sur­prise with hind­sight as there are folks from pol­ish post-/art-/math punk pow­er­hous­es Ukryte Za­le­ty Sys­te­mu and Kur­ws at work here. This promis­es some smart and beau­ti­ful­ly struc­tured chaos and on this record, it comes in droves, call­ing to mind, along with the afore­men­tioned groups, the oc­ca­sion­al flash of Spray Paint or Lithics and even some Fara­quet and Swell Maps to boot!

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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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Motorbike - Motorbike

On this record, every new song kin­da re­minds me of a dif­fer­ent bunch of groups which is great re­al­ly, many of those be­ing aus­tralian which is al­so rarely a bad sign! The open­ing track, for ex­am­ple con­tains echoes of The Es­tranged, Red Dons, Xe­tas, Civic, a touch of Saints and Bird­man. True Method has the sleazy rockin' qual­i­ties of Gold­en Pel­i­cans and some­thing else i can't re­al­ly put my fin­ger on right now. Throt­tle has some dumb straight-ahead Feed­time en­er­gy to it and the sub­se­quent stretch of songs then has straight­for­ward garage punk á la Ex-Cult, Sauna Youth blend­ing in­to more melod­ic garage and pow­er pop shit á la Ra­dioac­tic­i­ty, Bad Sports, Mind Spi­ders, Bed Wet­tin' Bad Boys. Po­ten­tial to Ride shares a sim­i­lar vibe with psy­che­del­i­cal­ly in­clined post punk acts á la Pub­lic Eye, Waste Man or Mar­bled Eye. Fi­nal­ly, the two clos­ing tracks re­mind me of the sim­ple, undi­lut­ed im­pact of aus­tralian pow­er­hous­es Split Sys­tem, Po­lute, Jack­son Reid Brig­gs and the Heaters. All of this is ground­ed in un­fail­ing, con­fi­dent songcraft and com­pact­ed in­to an in­cred­i­bly tight, cer­ti­fied all-killer LP.

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