Now that thing's a treat! Some group from Ciudad López Mateos, Mexico delivers a truckload of pure joy on this tape, condensed into three straightforward-as-fuck bangers made out of fuzzed-out garage- and bubblegum punk with some synth-sweetness on top, transmitting an undiluted sugar rush straight into your bloodstream.
This Melbourne group's first longplayer is a seamless continuation of what was already so lovable about their previous EPs. Sure, their style of oldschool garage punk with that undeniable Radio Birdman vibe has grown a quite long beard by now, but what a charming and glorious beard that is! To be fair, they're also trying out some new things here, at some points letting a touch of Wipers shine through, dabbling in dark post punk or trying their hands at AmRep-style sludgy noise rock. But let's not kid ourselves here; what this group does best at this moment is knocking out one straightforward yet sophisticated rocker after another with amazing confidence.
Another Impotent Fetus release, another short and sweet burst of noisy, oldschool-ish hardcore punk approaching the genre from charmingly odd angles.
Their 2019 debut album New Freak was great fun already, but on the belgian group's newest EP all the moving parts click into each other way more tightly and effective, while their quite slick yet powerful garage punk sound has gained a bit more of a subtle post punk vibe. At various points i'm reminded of groups like (early) Teenanger, Video, Flat Worms, Sauna Youth, Ex-Cult as well as french acts Nightwatchers & Telecult.
While their 2017 Pupal Stage EP still struck me as a bit undercooked, their newest tape shows these croatian punks (featuring members of Modern Delusion) refining their sound into something way more consistent and enjoyable, made up of straight-ahead punk rock that sometimes veers slightly towards the KBD-inspired garage sound of groups like Launcher, Freakees… at other times taking some cues from melodic, post punk-leaning acts in the fashion of Red Dons, Xetas, Anxious Living or earlier The Estranged.
Following a 7" on Total Punk earlier this year, we now get a full length taste of this Louisville trio's raw energy via another highly reputable garage label, Goner Records. Don't expect anything clever or original about their music. Instead, expect something very familiar done exceptionally well - an undiluted blast of straight, stupid and simple, '77-flavored, balls-to-the-walls unapologetic garage punk mayhem.
Two delicious treats of endlessly charming highest quality DIY Punk by a group from Leeds, not too far off from other Television Personalities-influenced bands of recent times like Neutrals, Suburban Homes, Freak Genes.
An stunning second solo effort by some dude who simply knows what he's doing, having so far played in noise rock and postcore groups Pale Heads, The Nation Blue as well as the more folk leaning Lee Memorial and Harmony, among others. This record strongly veers toward the louder side of his discography while still adding a few new ingredients to the mix, covering a quite impressive spectrum including malancholy Wipers-esque post punk with hints of Red Dons or Nervosas, postcore of the rather melodic variety reminiscent, to varying degrees, of Meat Wave, Bloody Gears, Hot Snakes as well as some breathless garage energy á la Jackson Reid Briggs & The Heaters. Tons worth of larger than life drama, the songs to pull it of and a performance powerful enough to make you believe every single note.
Six years have passed now since Taulard of Grenoble, France put out their utterly enchanting, otherworldly debut album Les Abords Du Lycée. Even after such a long time, there's still no other Band quite like them and their guitar-less, organ-centric, deeply melancholy and eccentric (post-)punk sound that on paper looks like it could never work, but somehow it does.
Somehow i must've overlooked this Chicago quartet's first EP two years ago… gotta catch up on that now, since their new 7" immediately won me over with its first-rate blend of somewhat garage- and hardcore-infused no-fuss punk rock not too far off from Negative Scanner (whose designated guitar user Matt Revers is also among the perpetrators at work here), Vexx and rounded off by a measured dose of Amyl & The Sniffers-esque '77 style riffing.