Saturday, May 09, 2026

Drakulas - Midnight City


On their extraordinary third LP, Austin, Texas–based Drakulas take the concept they've been honing for years to new heights. Out on Wild Honey Records in Europe and Dirtnap Records in North America, Midnight City is not only the best Drakulas album to date but also the best new wave record I've heard in a couple years. From start to finish, it's all hits and no shit. 

Savage Lord Mic, Sam Francisco, and Pink Rick continue to build this wonderfully immersive world of an eternal turn-of-the '80s late night excursion into the dangerous and dimly neon-lit corners of some seedy metropolis. While not quite a rock opera, Midnight City is an album with a novel or film's ambition — it songs full of unsettling tales and colorful characters. Yet the concept never reeks of pretension or bogs down the record. If you weren't paying super-close attention, you might not even notice the connections between the songs. While the atmosphere is striking, the quality of the tunes is never an afterthought. As I listen to this record, I don't hear a band in 2026 trying to sound like a band in 1980. I hear a band that sounds like it teleported here from 1980. 

The style remains a perfect blend of the punk and new wave sounds that were both changing the game in the late '70s and early '80s — but this time, the hooks are bigger, sharper, and positively addictive. I love the way this album bobs and weaves between danceable post-punk ("Singin' with My Tongue Cut Out," "Sex," "Head in the Clods"), punky new wave ("F.A.F.O."), new wavey punk ("Is It Enough," "Garbage Strike"), haunting synth-pop ("Wheelhouse"), and punky power pop ("White Off Your Nose," "Guys Like Me, Girls Like You"). On this record, Drakulas come off a little like Autogramm's evil twins, and that's a vibe I can dig all day long. Their use of synthesizers is masterful and very old school  — as if they live in a universe where modern synth-punk hasn't been invented yet. In my old age, I've become far less enthralled with darker post-punk, but this album is dark in a way that is captivating, a little sexy, and oddly intoxicating. 

While early '80s retro-futurism often comes off kitschy, Midnight City feels less like goofy nostalgia and more like a vivid dream about a time and place you can never go back to but can never forget about, either. It creates an analog world I want to live in or at least visit often. None of these songs would have sounded out of place emanating from the speakers of a delinquent hangout arcade as you dominated on Galaxian back in the day. Although I can hear the influence of so many cornerstones of my record collection, I by no means find these songs lacking in creativity or originality. And as tunesmiths, these guys take a back seat to no one. As good as Drakulas' previous releases were, this one is at another level. Whether you approach it as a piece of art or just a killer slab of punk/new wave, this is a brilliant album in any year.

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