Safety Net - Art

Last year's Health EP was some qual­i­ty shit al­ready but their newest re­lease is just so ridicu­lous­ly ap­peal­ing i wasn't at all pre­pared for that kind of may­hem. This trio is from Nashville and i sus­pect that Con­nor and Sean are the very same dudes best known as Skull Cult oth­er­wise - not a fuckin' clue who Cam is. Oh, and there's one more thing: Be­ing in charge of mix­ing and mas­ter­ing, none oth­er than Erik Ner­vous left his own trade­mark beer stains all over this cas­sette whose sound is just as wild and eclec­tic as con­sis­tent­ly catchy. Some echoey garage surf twang? Spaced out psy­che­del­ic freak­outs? Wire & Mis­sion of Bur­ma vib­in' on Ben­zos? You name it! And hov­er­ing even a notch above all that shit, there's the down­right per­fect 70s pow­er pop-meets-80s hair met­al mas­ter­piece Be With You, a knock­out punch of the most pleas­ant kind.

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Alien Nosejob - Paint It Clear

Um… what mean­ing­ful thing is there left to say about a new Alien Nose­job record at this point? They kin­da come in two shapes: The grab bag style ones where Mr. Robert­son branch­es out in every di­rec­tion pos­si­ble and the hy­per­fo­cussed mono­cul­ture ones where he dou­bles down on a sin­gle genre - like his hard­core 7"s for ex­am­ple or that synth pop/​eurotrash 12" maxi a while ago. Well, this one's an­oth­er grab bag record and apart from that, it's just the plain old usu­al awe­some­ness we've all come to ex­pect from this dude who seems ut­ter­ly un­able to write a dull tune.

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Silicone Values - Streaming TV /​ Nothing Wrong With Me

Yet an­oth­er EP by Bristol's lead­ing powerpop/​postpunk man­u­fac­ture holds yet an­oth­er pair of ir­re­sistibly melan­cholic ear­worms. Does it still make sense to name­drop Tele­vi­sion Per­son­al­i­ties here or might this shit al­ready qual­i­fy as down­right, dare i say it… beat­lesque?

Cotton Crown - Wretched Lie

Pow­er pop afic­i­na­dos might al­ready be fa­mil­iar with Owen Williams as the singer of The Tubs, who stood out ear­li­er this year with their ex­cel­lent Names 7". Cot­ton Crown is the name of his so­lo record­ing project whose de­but cass­in­gle in­hab­its much of the same awe­some­ness but en­rich­es its two old­school pop tunes with more of a goth and new wave aes­thet­ic adding just the right amount of low-lev­el cheesy­ness to el­e­vate, rather than wa­ter down the ma­te­r­i­al.

Vacation - Existential Risks and Returns

Once again stu­pid me was way too late notic­ing that a new record by Cincin­nati, Ohio's pop wiz­ards Va­ca­tion has hit the shelves via Sali­nas Records, re­peat­ed­ly prov­ing their knack for craft­ing re­fined jew­els of melod­ic noise at the in­ter­sec­tion of old­school nineties-style in­die rock, grace­ful pow­er- and noise pop. This shit is catchy as fuck with­out ever get­ting too for­mu­la­ic or pre­dictable. A rare breed these days and even more rarely does it ever come across as pow­er­ful and flaw­less­ly ex­e­cut­ed as here. An al­bum of twelve hits and ze­ro miss­es as for this group, "pret­ty good" sim­ply doesn't cut it.

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The Wind-Ups - Try Not To Think

No won­der this shit feels fa­mil­iar. The Wind-Ups is a new so­lo project of none oth­er than Jake Sprech­er of Ter­ry Malts and Smoke­screens fame. Much raw­er and loud­er than any of his oth­er groups have dared to sound re­cent­ly (al­beit not quite reach­ing ear­ly Ter­ry Malts lev­els of speed and fuzzy­ness), this at times sounds like a fu­sion of Ter­ry Malts' melod­ic­i­ty with slight­ly post punk-lean­ing garage groups like Tyvek or Par­quet Courts, while in oth­er mo­ments you can sense a breeze of The Spits, Ricky Hell or any­thing Reatard(s)-related. Yet when he goes all-in on pow­er pop, there are some un­de­ni­able british in­va­sion vibes em­a­nat­ing from his arrange­ments and com­po­si­tions.

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Tee-Vee Repairman - Patterns

Speak­ing of the dev­il… here's the lat­est ven­ture of the mighty Warttman em­pire and it's yet an­oth­er beau­ty to be­hold. Four rough gems of catchy garage punk and pow­er pop that, of all the Warttman-re­lat­ed groups, re­minds me most of R.F.M.C. and Sa­tan­ic To­gas, al­beit with a cer­tain south­ern rock (in this par­tic­u­lar case… south­ern what, ac­tu­al­ly??) bent bear­ing some sim­i­lar­i­ty to what you heard on ear­ly Sheer Mag EPs.

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The Smog - First Time, Last Chance

Let me be blunt here: You guys wan­na con­vince me to pay the equiv­a­lent of ~4,60€ for a dig­i­tal down­load of on­ly two songs, those two songs bet­ter be fuck­ing bril­liant. Luck­i­ly, fuck­ing bril­liant is ex­act­ly what these these two tracks by some Tokyo group are. Ka-ching!

T.L.B.M. & The Joy Toys - T.L.B.M. & The Joy Toys

For every pur­chase of this nice lit­tle cas­sette put out by our fa­vorite in­cor­po­rat­ed pur­vey­ors of in­no­v­a­tive dis­con­ti­nu­ity you al­so get a free fake ori­gin sto­ry. 1982 my ass, this is of course still the same dude who did this oth­er thing a while back. Though his newest out­put con­tains a bit less weird fuck­ery, it makes up for that with a lot more fuzz, more melodies and neg­a­tive ze­ro pro­duc­tion val­ues that sound just right to my ears.

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Ope - Tapes 1-3

Here's a holdover from last week by a sin­gle Mil­wau­kee dude (i guess) that i first planned to omit here but on clos­er lis­ten­ing turned out to be much stronger than i ini­tial­ly thought. A catchy, dreamy, melan­cholic blend of lo-fi noise pop, or­gan-and-synth punk un­folds on these tapes that al­so ra­di­ates a good deal of old­school Fly­ing Nun-type psy­che­delia.