Uh… these folks appear to have been at it for ages now, yet this is the first time i’ve ever stumbled upon their music. The Chicago group’s latest EP is one hell of a treat made up of melodic punk rock with a certain rough 80’s SST-era alt rock edge – the specific breed that became kind of a thing again for a short period in the early 2010s but has since then been an increasingly rare ocurrence once again. Think of a mix between early Milk Music, Needles//Pins, California X, Commander Keen or Happy Diving.
I don’t think i’ve ever given this dude from Hammond, Indiana the full spotlight he deserves here, although you might’ve encountered his shit on some Verspannungskassette mixtapes, where his various alter egos have been a regular occurrence in recent months. Now here are three of his latest batches of minimalist hardcore punk, each of his projects sounding pretty similar if you account for some slight variation in tempo and intensity… as well as some added bottom-of-the-barrel-end electronic reenforcement in the case of Feed, which should’ve rightfully earned him the title of greatest stylophone player in hardcore punk by now.
This Melbourne group delivers some of the most straight-the-fuck-ahead, no-frills ancient-school ’77 style (garage-) punk imaginable on their debut EP, kinda like a way, way more traditional sounding incarnation of Amyl and the Sniffers. The fact they’re able to pull this thing off without sounding the least bit stale and dusty speaks for their chops as a band as much as the raw strength of their songcraft.
Wow, this group from Borée, France is juggling a shitload of different styles with striking confidence on their debut album. The thing starts out with a short, straightforward, simple blast of hardcore punk, then has them cycling through a wide array of styles including forceful postcore, hard rockin’ upper-mid-tempo garage rock/-punk, groovy angular post punk and even some vaguely Pixies-esque, surf-infused oldschool 80s indie-/alternative rock. All of this they pull off with ease – there’s not a single weak link on this record. Impressive shit all the way through!
Heavily retro-leaning post punk, made in Berlin and sounding exactly like you’d come to expect by that fact. You might recognize a familiar voice grumbling about here, the dude having done a similar thing with his other band Maske, although the overall vibe here is even a notch more gritty, sometimes having a slightly Wipers-esque quality and, at other points, a touch of S.Y.P.H. as well as more recent phenomena like Aus, Hyäne, Die Wärme or Peter Muffin und die Heilsarmee. In other words: This might have come out sometime around ’81 just as well. There’s a couple of underwhelming filler tracks on here – forgivable and totally made up for by the undeniable highlights of this album. Just don’t try another attempt at funk next time, okay?
Well here’s yet another batch of low-originality, high-enjoyability first-rate kickass Garage Punk, the straightforward no-frills kind that will help out those who are already showing their first Sick Thoughts withdrawal symptoms and the kind that won’t alarm fans of Dadar, Shitty Life or, at some points, Booji Boys too much either. These pretty normal Babies only drink beer after all, rather than blood. Admittedly, that’s mildly surprising indeed for a group from Trittsburgh, Trennsylvania.
Not long after the kickass Schedule 1 EP we get to hear yet another group reviving the spirit of late 2000’s / early 2010’s melodic post punk, once again brought to us by the punk powerhouse that is Dirt Cult Records. This time the folks responsible are from, lemme see… Bielefeld, Germany?!? Are you fuckin’ kidding me? No, no, no this can’t be right. Musically this is your familiar, somewhat oldschool Wipers-influenced, song-driven approach and the songwriting chops on display here are more than able to pull that shit off. This is a hell of a treat for fans of stuff á la The Estranged, Anxious Living, Daylight Robbery, Xetas, Red Dons or, more recently DDR and the aforementioned Schedule 1.
My favorite british punk group of the moment has yet to write a song that isn’t as infectious as fuck and their most recent digital (?) single release delivers another two of their strongest so far and once again will effortlessly conquer the hearts of every connoiseur of Television Personalities-influenced strumming á la Suburban Homes, Neutrals or Freak Genes.
It’s been a whopping five years since this Paris group’s debut EP but the wait has paid off handsomely on their first full length release, delivering an endless stream of high-octane melodic (garage-)punk smashers in the vein of groups like Cheap Whine, Short Days, Red Dons and Telecult… you might also sense a hint of Marked Men, Royal Headache or The Thermals. In a few instances, the songwriting doesn’t quite cut it and that’s when they veer dagerously close to shallow pop punk territory. However, when they hit, they hit hard and even manage to evoke a subtle retro 60s power pop vibe along the way.
Guadalajara, Mexico group Mess recently put out yet another EP whose totally unashamed oi!-ness is, to be perfectly honest, a bit too much for me to bear. This more post punk-leaning two-track digital single they released just a week earlier is pure gold though.
