Following last year's somewhat uneven debut LP of this Berlin group, their newest album is a huge step forward in every aspect - the hugely improved song substance being driven forth with unrelenting momentum and captured in a mid-fi aesthetic that fits them perfectly. Soundwise, they're clearly taking cues from a long lineage of proto- and oldschool garage punk - obviously Stooges, MC5 and Death to begin with, in addition to Dead Moon and some Wipers touches but, most of all, that austalian breed of groups like Saints, Radio Birdman, Scientists appear to have left their mark in their sound, not to mention the larger-than-life fuzz punk one-hit-wonders God - but while the latter seemed to flame up and burn out over the short duration of one glorious A-side never to reach such heights again, S.U.G.A.R. show no signs of wear yet, repeating that marvel eightfold for a certified all-killer-no-filler album.
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.
Four-and-a-half fun litte strumming excercises of the heavily proto punk inspired kind, done by a dude who also happens to be a member of Toe Ring. Sounds a bit like a mix of Peace De Resistance, Woolen Men and Honey Radar with a hint of Modern Lovers on top.
Now this is some pretty incredible shit right here. The minimalistic DIY garage rock on this tape by some NYC dude (or band, not sure about that) sounds kinda like some lost proto punk relic and would just as well blend in on any one of those Messthetics/Homework compilations. The sparse percussion, weary vocals, overall lean arrangements and Lo-Fi production values all do their part in lending these songs a particular quality that feels both gritty and drowsy.
This tape by Melbourne group Super-X isn't exactly new stuff, but that shit is way to strong not to be mentioned here. Witness a sonic spectacle unfold, fusing the old garage-/proto punk fuzz of Fun House-era Stooges with spaced out vibes not unlike Destruction Unit or early Telescopes, all the while dragging along with it some traces of contemporary post punk.
