This is indeed a tour i'm pretty psyched about already! This new split 7" on Goodbye Boozy Records presents the two Perth groups at their finest as Aborted Tortoise make your legs shake with their patented constructs of smartypants garage punk á la Uranium Club, Pinch Points, Dumb, Vintage Crop and the like. Ghoulies then follow up with two strong and catchy garage-/egg-/synth punk tunes roughly in the Research Reactor Corp, Cherry Cheeks, Set-Top Box, Alien Nosejob or Satanic Togas fashion.
Australian label Painscale Records delivers its strongest entry so far in a series of split cassettes. Main attraction here is clearly the longer side comprising the debut batch of Melbourne group Noise Violations, who set ablaze an irresistible barrage of catchy hooks in a slightly egg-adjacent brand of garage punk with echoes of well-renowned genre powerhouses such as Satanic Togas, R.M.F.C., Ghoulies, Booji Boys, Metal Guru, Erik Nervous or Gee Tee, to name just a few. The other side then contains the previously released 2022 EP by Granada, Spain group Sprgrs, which is well worth another listen for fans of danceable Lo-Fi punk stuff in the vein of, say, Prison Affair, Beer, Nuts, Pringue, Dee Bee Rich and Beta Maximo.
Following up on a neat first EP from last year, this Providence, Rhode Island group's second batch of tunes is a marked refinement in pretty much every aspect, their mix of garage punk and power pop having reached a whole new level of catchyness that also wouldn't sound out of place next to shit like Sweet Reaper, Power Pants, Gee Tee, Alien Nosejob, Set-Top Box or Satanic Togas.
This Cincinnati group's second EP sets off a strong new set of highly flammable charges made up of ingredients found somewhere in the grey areas of Noise Rock, Post-, Garage- and Synth Punk… a bit like an unstable mixture of Busted Head Racket, Brandy, R.Clown, ISS, Spyroids and Knowso boiled down to an almost '70s/'80s The Fall-esqe simplicity and repetition.
Stupid dumb catchy safe no-frills garage- and synth punk fun clearly harvested from the depths of a heavily Reatard-damaged subconscious on this kickass tape by australian dude Riley McCloskey, who supposedly has also played in at least two bands i didn't know shit about. Is that a styophone emitting these beeps and squeaks? We need more stylophone in everything!
If nothing else, it's at least been a great few days for friends of oldschool synth punk action including not only a couple of essential The Steves reissues via Iron Lung records but also these two beauties from Oakland and Berlin respectively. Nasty World kinda go about their stuff like it's 1981 or something, conjuring up a vibe kinda like a wild mixture between Screamers, Devo, Units, Visitors, Nervous Gender or Minimal Man but also not quite dissimilar to more recent shit of the Isotope Soap, Powerplant, Lost Packages or Freak Genes variety. All of that could equally fit the description of that Lohn der Angst record but in their case, i'd add a good deal of Primitive Calculators on top as well as a couple of german influences ranging from ancient DAF to more recent acts like Puff! and Pisse, as well as some distinct kraut-/motorik vibes in tracks such as Warteschleife and Grelles Gesicht.
An impeccable run of catchy-as-fuck melodic garage- and synth punk tunes on this neat cassette by a group of unknown origin. This has more than just a little of a Lost Sounds vibe to it with further bits and pieces evoking such goodness as Stalins Of Sounds, Teledrome, Kid Chrome, Sex Mex, Jean Mignon and Silicone Values.
Our weekly taste of catchy & funky, egg-related Lo-Fi garage-/synth punk weirdness comes courtesy of some Melbourne dude or group and might be compared in only the most fovorable fashion to the likes of Prison Affair, Nuts, Set-Top Box and Beer. Love it!
On their kickass debut LP, Hamburg group Night Punch present a tight-as-fuck melange of slightly goth-leaning, horror-themed garage-, synth- and post punk that sometimes cranks its tempo up into hardcore spheres, other times being reminiscent of a basic Spits formula spiked with plenty of surprises and unexpected flourishes for an overall equally quirky and dark aesthetic which is sure to please dark punk-, death rock- and dungeon aficinados all the same. Further possible references would be a number of garage- and synth punk acts like The Gobs, Liquid Face, Shrinkwrap Killers, Broken Prayer, Droids Blood, Isotope Soap, the unfiltered thrust of Exwhite, maybe even a hint of Acrylics in the rougher patches.
Though largely reflecting on current themes of our society being overwhelmed with the tribulations and challenges our ever changing hi-tech world keeps throwing at us, the sounds on this NYC artist's most recent cassette feels more like a flashback to the abrasive, confrontational early days of late '70s / early '80s synth- and electro punk, noise and power electronics experimentation in the vein of shit á la Primitive Calculators, Nervous Gender, Screamers, Units or Minimal Man - a noisy bastard more concerned with overwhelming the senses than with nuance or finesse while still coming across surprisingly catchy and hypnotic most of the time.
