There's some thoroughly fun and uplifting energy to this debut EP of spanish group Sonic Youth Of Today and if you've been paying any attention in recent years, it's immediately obvious that it's the Beta Máximo dude at work here, transforming the same melodicism and noise pop-ish vibes into a similarly quirky synth punk context that, in addition to his own work so far, also calls to mind bits and pieces of stuff á la O-D-EX, Digital Leather, Mind Spiders, Spyroids, Freak Genes or that recent Emmet O'Connor LP.
Now here's some excellent new garage-/synth-/post punk shit that's only tangentially egg-related but certainly a good bit Devo-fied nonetheless and best of all, pretty versatile and casually shapeshifting in its sonic parameters, as a result reminding me of an appropriately eclectic bunch of groups like Checkpoint, Kitchen People, Ghoulies, Fungas, Cherry Cheeks, Ausmuteants, early Powerplant, Electric Prawns 2 and Dr. Sure's Unusual Practice.
It's been a weak of smaller-fry (albeit excellent) releases and i'm behind on my blogging queue anyway so i'm gonna take the easy route of collating it all into a single blog post this time, okay?
First off, there's some delicious new hardcore shit from Hattiesburg group Silo Kids, further bolstering the stellar reputation of that unassuming mid-sized Mississippi town for being on the forefront of inventive and quirky hardcore punk that just refuses to play by the established rules and conventions.
With Power Pants of Winchester, Virginia on the other hand, we kinda know what we can expect from a new release, of which there are quite a few already and the next one is never too far off anyway (their recent CS5 Cassingle having been mere weeks ago aswell). Their newest PP11 EP feels like a considerable level-up from anything they've done before though in a discography that just may have started to feel a bit redundant at some points. Not that anything fundamental about their catchy melodic garage punk sound had changed, but these are cleary some of the most rippin' and well-crafted tunes we've heard of them so far.
Scrawlers from Tacoma, Washington then appear to scratch a quite similar - though also way more fuzzed-out and rough - itch of simple and effective garage punk delicacies that'll sure have friends of S.B.F., Kid Chrome, Gobs or Robbie Thunder approvingly nodding along to.
Dallas, Texas group Thyroids have been going for many years now but really hit their stride in the current decade with their sound growing ever more unpredictable, evading clear catigorizarion and this holds truer than ever on their newest two-track single, on which elements of garage- and synth punk, noise rock/-pop and eggpunk bounce off each other to exhilarating effects.
Last but not least, there's yet another Snarewaves EP delivering more of their patented electro punk formula that's every bit as strikingly simple as it is out-there and pretty much unique right now and although you'd think that kind of thing would run into the law of diminishing returns at some point, so far every new release just has left me craving more of that good shit.
Here's yet another kickass Billiam record once again delivering the goods of quirky-ass egg-ish garage punk in four tunes that nicely balance the comfortably familiar with, as always, plenty of novel ideas and unexpected detours. To me the absolute standout here are the pulsating post punk grooves of Planned Obsolescence but New Wave is an absolute wrecker too. Essential Feedstock Oils feel a bit like a welcome throwback to the very early days of Billiam and it's just as glorious seeing Robbie Thunders' 2023 insta-classic Houston We Have Rock being given its due in an absolutely vigorous cover rendition.
Excellent new shit, the debut EP of this Nottingham, UK group whose style feels kinda fluid, evading categorization as a whole even if the isolated components feel fairly familiar, the most immediately striking ones being the eggpunk-related eccentricities of Snooper, early Skull Cult, Busted Head Racket, Clarko on one hand and the considerably rougher weirdness of Warp, Beef, Scud on the other while at times even approaching the unpredictable off-the-rails eclecticism of Pressure Pin, Checkpoint or TY.
Is it the third Dragnet LP already? Time flies man. For some reason (time & energy, usually) i've never given them the full blog post treatment here but i'm also gonna say they've never before sounded quite as tight, well-rounded, caffeinated and to-the-point as the Melbourne group featuring members of Vintage Crop, Gonzo and Teen Line among others does on their newest record. There's on one hand that slight Uranium Club-esque vibe to it that also pervades much of the Vintage Crop discography but there's just as much of a distinct quirky synth-driven, eggpunk-ish action going on that sits somewhere inbetween oldschool Ausmuteants, US bands like Smirk, Cherry Cheeks and Australia's own Ghoulies, Aborted Tortoise and Electric Prawns 2.
First-rate new catchy garage punk shit from Sydney that cycles through quite a few different styles in its four songs with POSIWID and the opening tune What A Time To Be Alive coming across a bit like a mix between the fuzzy power pop of Sex Mex and the quirky synth-enhanced egg-ish action of Ghoulies while the synth punk of The Game recalls oldschool Digital Leather material and more recent stuff like Spyroids and O-D-EX. The closing track B-52's Tattoo on the other hand sounds like something right out of the warped mind of Texas garage punk eccentric Trashdog. Oh wait, there's yet another dog band i'm thinking of here... Oh right, that's Melbourne's wonderfully trashy garage-/synth punk explosion Metdog!
New shit from Mark Ryan (of Marked Men, Mind Spiders and Radioactivity fame) and his current electro-/synth punk outfit O-D-EX (or is it just Odex now?). After one short- and one long-playing release from last year - each of 'em sporting more of a minimalist and cold synth wave aesthetic - this new EP sees the duo of Ryan and Micah opening up their tunes towards a comparatively warm, melodic and overall more tangible direction that indeed sounds like a perfect middle ground between the group's aforementioned previous releases and the considerably more garage-leaning Mind Spiders records.
I'm a bit short on time this week so here's just a quick digest of quirky punk releases with varying degrees of egg-ish-ness of which these three particularly stuck out to me. For starters, there are the comparatively rough sounds of Athens, Georgia group Mr. [Redacted] whose tunes rapidly alternate between the parameters of a hard-/art-/weirdcore sound not entirely dissimilar to groups like Judy & The Jerks, Warm Bodies, Sniffany & The Nits, and the more egg-intensive sounds of early Snooper, Print Head, Awful and early Skull Cult. If you're more interested in classic egg punk territory, you may get tons of enjoyment out of the new Tape by Lovebomb from Hildesheim, Germany (man, the krautwürstle are really punching above their weight this week, aren't they?), wo deliver a densly packed bundle of snappy textbook eggpunk goodness most similar to shit á la Prison Affair, Beer, Winky Frown, Molbo and Goblin Daycare. If you prefer it more weird and Lo-Fi, try the new one of Leipzig (again!) group TTTTurbo whose recorded output's overall aesthetic is the sonic equivalent of an n-th generation document that's been xeroxed a couple times too many - beneath a thick layer of burnt monochrome pixels and copy-of-a-copy xerographic grime there's plenty stuff left to the imagination but nonetheless you can't escape the ridiculous appeal of the catchy bubblegum pop nuggets buried in there.
Quirky LoFi-ish toy synth punk goodness from Cleveland, Ohio dude Emmett O'Connor who may already be a familiar figure to some as a member of Archie and the Bunkers and MK Ultras. Now on this solo longplaying effort he's creating a warm, rich and full sound out of minimal means, poured into a number of strikingly simple but infallibly excellent power pop tunes that often have the feel a slightly sedated, toned-down and bedroom-dwelling budget version of Digital Leather's most catchy pop moments.
