I somehow managed to overlook this enchanting album of not-your-average post punk fare when it first came out as a cassette on Future Shock and damn, i should totally hang for that. Here’s my second chance however, as this thing has now been reissued on vinyl by Drunken Sailor Records. The Drin is a solo project of Dylan McCartney with whom you might already be familiar as part of groups such as Vacation, The Serfs, Crime Of Passing and The Switzerlands, among others. The record starts off with a Joy Division-esque beat getting drenched in drones that have a certain Suicide-meets-Chrome vibe to them. Next up is a track that sounds kinda as if early Ride had reached dub-enlightenment. Subsequently, this shit appears to cycle through random iterations of early british DIY post punk, more than once conjuring up the spirit of The Membranes, Desperate Bicycles and Swell Maps. Of more recent acts, you might draw some comparisons to Exek at its more dub-heavy outgrowths as well as the neo kraut and space rock explorations of Moon Duo. The whole thing’s such a beauty all the way through.
A wondrous and strange little EP full of otherworldly garage-/power-/fuzz pop from a Philadelphia Duo. The tape starts out as if the insane pop qualities of, say, Booji Boys or Daughter Bat & The Lip Stings collided with the smart rhythmic post punk of Lithics, while the remaining three songs then settle into a slightly more low-key kraut-leaning psychedelic groove, the likes of which you might suspect somewhere in the lo-fi pop worlds of acts like Germ House, Far Corners, Violent Change, Honey Radar or even early Woolen Men. Excellent shit throughout.
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.
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.
Having released a strong debut EP in 2017, Melbourne group Super-X now deliver their first full length, once again packed with tons of spaced-out sonic force. Classic Stooges energy collides with psychedelic fireworks á la early Telescopes, some unexpectedly high amount of post punk and a hint of MX-80, while they manage to keep things interesting and versatile throughout the whole journey, evoking a rather diverse cluster of comparisons such as Public Eye, Writhing Squares, Destruction Unit, Faux Ferocious, Bailterspace, The Cowboy or Open Your Heart-era The Men.
Some chicago dude’s latest EP delivers four and a half short & sweet bursts of extra blown-out krauty spacerockin’ psychedelic garage fuzz ecstasy. Destruction Unit-meet-Chrome, Draggs collide with Dr. Mix & The Remix. Turn on, tune in and… run to your stereo and hit play again ‘cos the whole thing is only nine minutes long.
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.
Whoa… three years after i first noticed this band from leeds and a quite charming, chaotic early EP of theirs, i honestly didn’t expect their debut album to blow my socks off the way it did just now. Instead of the EP’s relaxed DIY-Vibes you now find yourself in the middle of a ferocious high speed trip whose rough coordinates hover somewhere between fuzzed out space-, psych- and garage punk. Sure, these Songs won’t win any awards for their originality but totally make up for that by developing into a blast so potent and restless it doesn’t give you a second to think about such bullshit anyway. I’m reminded of bands like Destruction Unit, Wash, Flat Worms, Draggs or even japanese genre veterans High Rise.
