Louiseville, Kentucky group Shrudd has been around for a couple years already but only really started to strike creative gold with last year’s Bizarro and Microbiome EP’s, the former dealing with more hardcore-adjacent sounds while the latter dabbled in a kinda familiar garage-/synth punk territory, an aesthetic that also dominates their newest EP on which they considerably elevate the weirdness factor, veering into more of a pronounced eggpunk direction evoking the likes of Prison Affair, Victor, Set-Top Box or Paulo Vicious in equal measure to contemporary synth-/electro punk acts á la Isotope Soap, Freak Genes, Spyroids and Powerplant.
Now goth-infused minimalist synthwave is by no means among the genres i’m naturally inclined to get excited about, mostly due to its usually pretty formulaic and uninspired nature, but the newest LP by this Zagreb, Croatia dude, who already made a glorious impression opening for Nag in 2022, makes for a thoroughly pleasant exception to the rule. Admittedly, there’s nothing exactly new and unheard to these Songs either, but in spite of their kinda simple, tried and tested essence, they are undeniably well-balanced and always hit the spot, bursting with catchy hooks and melodies, plenty of energy and an eerily familiar yet incredibly effective sense of melancholia. Maybe that’s just my own bias, but rather than your average synth wave act i’m reminded way more of punk/garage-related acts like Digital Leather (yeah, that’s the very obvious one), O-D-EX and, most of all, the totally one-of-a-kind 2017 Sex Tourists LP.
The second tape of this supposedly Tokyo-based group delivers the goods of simple and effective, garage-flavoured synth- and post punk that makes me first of all think of frenchmen and -women Catalogue and Belgium’s Le Prince Harry, but might just as well be compared to the likes of Spyroids, O-D-EX, Mind Spiders, Powerplant, Crime Wave and Liquid Face… a less quirky Freak Genes maybe? Dunno, what’s important is this shit just works!
What new things are there to say about yet another Gobs EP? It’s the motherfuckin’ Gobs for fuck’s sake and few other bands have perfected the formula for blown-out and dumb lo-fi fuzz punk insanity, equally unrelenting and catchy, as well as this Olympia, Washington group. A league of their own, really.
These Istanbul eggpunk warriors’ debut EP of last year has certainly been among my favorite releases of 2023 and their first long-playing cassette delivers more of the same kind of fun by which i mean: irresistably catchy and quirky garage-/synth punk-smashers in a similar headspace to such genre greats as Prison Affair, Set-Top Box, Beer and Ghoulies. Tell me, what’s not to like about that?
Don’t let this fake NTSC>PAL fool you ‘cos it’s actually just Billiam dressed up in a NTSC>PAL suit. Also, nice try namedropping Screamers which… well,I’m sure you could make a plausible case for that but at the end of the day, aside from the mere technicality of “no guitars” on this cassette, Billiam can’t really help sounding like anything other than himself, which is to say: pretty damn fucking awesome!
Fantabulous new garage-/synth-/electro punk shit from Graz, Austria, using minimal means to actually bring some fresh and as-of-yet unheard impulses to the whole eggpunk clusterfuck as, at certain points, i can’t help but dub that shit Big Bl…Egg! Then again, there’s also no shortage of fluffy pop melodies on here. I’m not quite sure what to make of the closing track Freibad Fürstenwald though, which… fuck me, research that shit for yourself. Or maybe don’t, just… don’t.
Five excellent new bursts of catchy, simple and mimimalist synth punk is what we get on the newest EP of this Dallas, Texas group. Though the title of the opening track Q:Where? A: On The Square! kind of evokes associations of Devo, i’d say actually this shit sounds a lot closer to some of the more underground acts of the ’70s and ’80s á la Minimal Man, Nervous Gender, Screamers, Units, Primitive Calculators or Visitors, while in the current scene you might also compare them to groups such as Victor, O-D-EX, Lost Packages and Freak Genes.
The Sydney garage-/eggpunk powerhouse’s newest record is actually more of a collection of scraps, demos, odds and ends left on the cutting room floor over the years but… damn! If this shit here represents Gee Tee’s b-material, i’m gladly gonna eat up whatever c-list shit they’ve got lingering in the archives too. This is a brilliant record from start to finish and mandatory listening for any discerning connoisseur of catchy goodness in the realms of garage punk, fuzz- and power pop, all killer no filler!
Oh look, London garage-/synth punk solo crusader Tommy Cossack has expanded operations into a full band line-up and the result sounds absolutely brilliant and so much bigger, shedding some of its Lo-Fi eggpunk quirks in favor of a more potent, dense and focused attack while never lacking in terms of thrilling hooks, of which these songs are stuffed to the brim with, making for a compact and incredibly entertaining half hour of breathless energy and exitement that may rightfully be compared to the likes of Set-Top Box, Powerplant, Ausmuteants and Satanic Togas.
