Mr. Teenage - Automatic Love

This Mel­bourne group's de­but 7" pret­ty much hits the bulls eye at first try, set­ting off a flaw­less garage-dri­ven, high-calo­ries pow­er pop ex­trav­a­gan­za. With­out doubt, ad­mir­ers of Tom­mie and the Com­mies or Bad Sports, among oth­ers, will ap­pre­ci­ate the shit out of this.

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Vaguess - Directions For Use

Re­spect­ed Los An­ge­les garage pow­er­house Vin­ny Vaguess keeps things in­ter­est­ing. While his pre­vi­ous two long­play­ers turned out a bit mel­low­er, lean­ing quite heav­i­ly in­to pow­er­pop melod­ic­i­ty, his newest EP mix­es things up again in some­what un­ex­pect­ed ways by in­tro­duc­ing quirky post punk el­e­ments, of­ten mak­ing gen­er­ous use of vague­ly de­vo-es­que synths. Speak­ing of the dev­il… with Less­er Of Two we even get a full-blown synth pop hymn, not dis­sim­i­lar to some stuff Alien Nose­job did re­cent­ly. Oth­er points of ref­er­ence might be Nick Nor­mal, Andy Hu­man and the Rep­toids, Teenanger, oc­ca­sion­al flash­es of Aus­muteants. Every­thing works ad­mirably here, in no small part thanks to the kind of ex­cel­lent songcraft we've come to ex­pect from this dude.

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Tommy And The Commies - Hurtin' 4 Certain

New tunes by Sud­bury, Canada's Tom­my and the Com­mies. You should know what to ex­pect by now: A bright and col­or­ful spec­ta­cle made up of top notch qual­i­ty pow­er pop, a bit of garage and a whole truck­load of buz­zcocks-style straight and melod­ic punk rock, el­e­vat­ed by a punchy per­for­mance as well as some un­err­ing song­writ­ing skill.

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Alien Nosejob - Suddenly Everything Is Twice As Loud

I'm not sure if Alien Nose­job cur­rent­ly ex­ist as a full blown band, but at least for their sec­ond long play­ing ef­fort, Jake Robert­son (Aus­muteants, School Dam­age, Leather Tow­el, Hi­ero­phants, etc.) has been record­ing every­thing on his own. While the last few re­leas­es turned out to be a rather wild and un­pre­dictable ride - touch­ing on Pow­er-/Jan­gele Pop, Synth Pop and Hard­core Punk among oth­er things - Alien Nosejob's newest al­bum is an un­ex­pect­ed­ly con­sis­tent work most­ly op­er­at­ing in a spec­trum of sad pow­er pop and more fa­mil­iar Aus­muteants style garage fare, wrapped in a warm and fuzzy ana­log aes­thet­ic vary­ing from mid- to high fi­deli­ty. With­out ex­cep­tion, these songs are top rate stuff, just clas­sic Robert­son at his best.

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Trashdog - Dipshitticus

What a beau­ti­ful­ly de­ranged kind of mess, the sec­ond Al­bum by Trash­dog a.k.a. An­drew Jack­son, the dude al­so re­spon­si­ble for Austin, Texas la­bel Dig­i­tal Hot­dogs. I didn't ex­pect a lot of nor­mal­cy here to be­gin with, but nonethe­less i'm kind of as­ton­ished by the mas­sive amount of top notch good­ness scat­tered wild­ly across this record, es­pe­cial­ly af­ter i found Trashdog's first ef­fort to be of some­what in­con­sis­tent qual­i­ty. Rough­ly one third here con­sists of dumb jokes and var­i­ous shades of fuck­ing around. An­oth­er third turns out to be bril­liant­ly weird and in­ven­tive songcraft in a spec­trum of garage punk, pow­er pop, synth-/elec­tro punk and a tiny hint of glam. And as for the re­main­ing third, i'm some­what un­de­cid­ed in which of the first two cat­e­gories i should file that stuff. The whole of it makes for an awe­some, if at times over­whelm­ing, dis­ori­ent­ing roller coast­er ride. Some kind of white al­bum on stu­pid pills.

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Shit Giver - Meaningless /​ Transition

Shit Giver's 2017 de­but al­bum left quite an im­pres­sion on me with its am­bi­tious and ver­sa­tile vi­sion of post punk, burst­ing with ex­cen­tric ideas and un­pre­dictable song struc­tures. The L.A. group's first new mu­sic in al­most three years doesn't fail to amaze and sur­prise once again. It's their melod­ic song­writ­ing abil­i­ties that come in­to sharp fo­cus here, tak­ing shape as an ir­re­sistible mix of post punk, pow­er- and goth pop, de­vel­op­ing a catchy­ness i wasn't pre­pared for. Mean­ing­less ig­nites some un­ex­pect­ed­ly straight­for­ward pop fire­works, com­plete with a bor­der­line-cheesy sax so­lo, the kind of which a less­er song wouldn't sur­vive, but in this case i can't help but per­cieve it as a well-de­served cli­max. Tran­si­tion seam­less­ly con­tin­ues their new­found love for gloomy pop, but al­so proves that Shit Giv­er haven't lost their taste for elab­o­rate struc­tures, ei­ther.