Showing posts with label Garage Punk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Garage Punk. Show all posts

Sunday, July 12, 2026

Bart and the Brats - Brats Being Brats


Bart is back! Out on Big Neck Records, Brats Being Brats is the 7th 7" record from La Rochelle, France's one-man wrecking crew Bart and the Brats. The title says it all. You should expect nothing different than usual from Bart. He's not attempting five-minute epics or trying to learn a fourth chord. He's not singing about his feelings. He's here to deliver four more tracks of thumping meat and potatoes rock 'n' roll that bridges the 1977 punk explosion to the '90s budget punk heyday. Expect vocals drenched in attitude, lyrics that tell it like it is, pummeling power chords, rapid-fire drums and bass, and songs that never overstay their welcome. Who can't relate to songs about killing your TV and needing three coffees before noon? As always, Lo'Spider was on hand to catch this madness on tape at Swampland, Toulouse. As France shows the whole world that it's unbeatable on the football pitch, Bart and the Brats would make one hell of a run if there were a World Cup of punk rock. Vinyl is limited and sure to go fast!

Saturday, June 27, 2026

Adult Learners - self-titled EP


A few months since they released a super-promising demo online, Boston's Adult Learners have a 7" record out on Saccharine Tryst Records. Just in case you wondered if having properly released music would cause this wicked awesome foursome to sell out and record in a pricey studio with some overbearing slick producer, I can assure you that the band's lo-fi, low-budget charm remains fully and enthusiastically in tact. There's really only one word that rightfully sums up this EP, and that's fun! Adult Learners may be a very hard band to Google, but they're a joy to listen to with their high-energy, organ-driven mashup of garage rock, punk, and power pop. No songs cross the two-minute mark, and they don't need to. Each track gets to the hook as fast as possible, and that leaves room for more songs on the record. That's genius! This band keeps it simple and catchy, and these tunes will make you wanna get up and dance around the house (or whatever other physical space you happen to be inhabiting as you blast these tunes — you could do a lot of damage in a drug store or dentist's waiting room). There's definitely a ton of Boston garage rock DNA in Adult Learners' music, and at times I'm picking up early Blondie vibes as well. What's not to love? Push play and bop 'til you drop!

Saturday, June 20, 2026

SMARM - self titled


Cincinnati has been an underrated hotbed of punk rock for pretty much as long as I've been following punk rock. The latest sensations from The Queen City are called SMARM, and their debut EP is totally ripping and super-promising. While SMARM is a very new band, members Drew Decker, Liam Dolan, Sam Richardson, and Eric Stein are veteran players who really know what they're doing. Taking inspiration from classic American punk and garage rock, SMARM dishes out an attack that's a tad heavier than your typical garage punk. These songs are muscular and riff-driven while still giving a whole lot of Midwestern grit and attitude. I love that this band doesn't sound like every other garage band out there but will still appeal to anyone who digs tough and bruising punk rock 'n' roll. DMZ, Consumers, Radio Birdman, Union Carbide Productions, and Rubber City Rebels are some stated influences, and that's a nice mix to be working from. For a new-ish band, the songwriting is remarkably well-developed. SMARM has hit the ground running, and surely we will be hearing many more good things from this band!

Sunday, June 14, 2026

Andresa One Man Band - Nothing But R'N'R

Andresa One Man Band is the new band from Andresa Nugraha, formerly of The Battlebeats. How does a one-man band break up? Well, it was simply time to move on to a new project with a slightly different musical direction. Nothing But R'N'R is the debut release from Andresa One Man Band and the inaugural release on his new label, Junglestomp Records. The progression from The Battlebeats to Andresa One Man Band is not exactly a radical shift. Andresa is still in that stripped-down, blown-out garage punk lane. But in terms of style, the title of the EP says it all. This is more straight-forward, down-and-dirty rock 'n' roll inspired largely by bands from the American South like Oblivians, Reatards, and The Persuaders (who are covered twice on this release). The title track is a song about having nothing in life going for you except for rock 'n' roll. A lot of you can relate to that! "Let's Rock & Roll With My One Man Band" is essentially Andresa's new theme song, and it's glorious. "Can't Stop Thinking About You" is something you rarely if ever heard from The Battlebeats: an honest-to-goodness love song! This is a different kind of energy compared to The Battlebeats, but it's safe to say that anyone who loved The Battlebeats will be on board with this stuff. These tracks totally rip! This guy never disappoints, and I'm excited to follow Junglestomp Records as it grows into a go-to label for Indonesian rock 'n' roll!

Saturday, June 06, 2026

TJ Cabot - Palm Stings EP


You may be wondering why I reviewed only Canadian artists today. Is it coincidence, or is there conspiracy afoot? Am I so salty that two Southern teams are playing in the Stanley Cup final that I had to resort to passive-aggressive protest? Is it perhaps some kind of holiday you didn't know about? Did I finally forgive Joe Carter for all those years of emotional anguish? If a few cases of beer and a secret poutine recipe happened to cross the border and wind up in my possession, would that be a national scandal? My lips are sealed. I can tell you that it has been a few years (three, to be exact) since TJ Cabot has released an EP's worth of home-recorded tracks, so the arrival of Palm Stings is highly welcomed in my world. 

These four demos are likely not destined for further refinement and eventual inclusion on the next Real Rejects album, so we can enjoy them strictly as TJ Cabot solo tracks in all their poorly recorded but expertly mastered glory. Anyway, this is pretty much what everyone has been longing for since the spring of 2023: blown-out smart-aleck garage punk that reeks of dingy basements and room temperature leftover pizza. If you're going to release home-recorded solo demos, they ought to be as raw and primitive as these. You can totally visualize TJ blasting out the drums, guitar, and bass like some mad scientist of budget rock. These are all really good tunes, but I'm especially partial to the garage rock-inspired "Firm Back Hand" and the punk-as-frick "Artificial All Along." Five Canadian dollars for this thing is a good value. That won't even buy you a gallon of gas these days. Stay home today and support the arts!

Monday, June 01, 2026

Nazi Tampons - Moon Invasion


As a great-grandchild of Slovakian immigrants, I'm always pleased to encounter bands from the mother country. While the band name Nazi Tampons might have you thinking, "What the fuck?", the band itself has absolutely floored me with its raw and hyper-spirited brand of old school garage punk. The group's new EP, Moon Invasion, powers through six tracks of blistering ferocity that falls somewhere between '90s budget trash and late '70s/early '80s fast-and-furious punk rock. This is music that will have you jumping around and shouting along like a maniac even as it kicks you straight in the teeth. You certainly can't question the enthusiasm and pure power that these individuals put into these songs. And every single one of these tunes absolutely rips. I'm reminded of bands like The No-Talents and The Loudmouths from back in the day — and who can deny that we need more of that kind of energy in today's punk rock? The Nashville-based tape label Knuckles on Stun has given Moon Invasion a limited-edition cassette release. And when I say "limited," I mean you better move fast! If you long for the good old days when punk music was dangerous and disreputable, you've just met your new favorite band! 

Friday, May 01, 2026

The Sleeveens - National Anthem


Behold the mighty and magnificent Sleeveens, authors of one of the greatest punk rock debut albums of recent memory! Today they return with their highly anticipated sophomore effort, National Anthem — released on the beyond-iconic Goner Records. The Sleeveens  — Stefan Murphy, James Mechan, Ryan Sweeney, and Eli Steele — have been wowing just about everyone who has heard or seen them since they came storming out of Nashville (and Dublin) three years ago. The subsequent singles "UFO's" and "Downtown" were more than satisfying, but a new album is what we've really been craving ever since the first one was released on Dirtnap Records in early 2024. I must admit that I went to bed last night with the giddy anticipation of hearing National Anthem when I woke up this morning. So was I disappointed? Come on! While it's certainly too soon for me to be lobbing grandiose superlatives into the ether, I can say that The Sleeveens have risen to the occasion of following an acclaimed debut. And that's never easy to do. 

If you loved the first album, you will almost certainly love National Anthem as well. The Sleeveens haven't veered far from the approach that worked so well last time: catchy, hard-driving punk rock 'n' roll full of genuine heart and soul. But this album is by no means a knock-off of its predecessor. This is such a unique band since Murphy is not necessarily writing "punk" songs. He brings a broad array of musical and life influences to his songwriting process. He writes the songs, and then they become Sleeveens songs once they are arranged and recorded by the full band. It's no wonder that people hear this group and immediately notice this is something quite different from anything else that's out there. And yet it all comes together as if the music gods had deemed it. Where else are you going to hear a Southern garage punk rock 'n' roll band fronted by an Irish poet? 

For various reasons, the comparisons to Reigning Sound and Compulsive Gamblers will be inevitable. But there's so much more to The Sleeveens than that. National Anthem has its share of blistering rockers. The 1-2 punch of "If I Was a Casual" and "I Was Born on a Saturday Night" opens the album with the proverbial bang. "Long Black Summer" is in a similar vein. But overall, this is a nicely varied set of songs. "My Pretend Boyfriend" is the closest The Sleeveens have ever come to power pop. "Town Of Horseheads," a new arrangement of one of Murphy's old songs, is a droning, moody number that closes Side 1 in epic fashion. "The Rat" is a cover The Walkmen's early 2000s post-punk classic, done Sleeveens style. "Ernest and Julio" is a straight-forward pub rocker. "Six Counties Punk" could almost be The Clash. "High Babies, Low Babies" is an impassioned blast of darker melodic punk. "Cowboy Queen" is vintage Sleeveens, and that's something I will never tire of. The title track, an unflinching indictment of America under the current regime, has the feel of a folk ballad. A less musically aggressive approach proved really effective on this track because you feel the weight and conviction of every word that comes out of Murphy's mouth. To say he doesn't hold back his feelings would be an understatement. Talk about an anthem for the moment!

I never envy a band that has the task of following a nearly perfect debut album. That first album arrives, and people are approaching it with a blank slate. They have nothing to compare it to, and so they can just enjoy it for what it is. But then comes the next album, and it arrives with lofty expectations. I can't speak for The Sleeveens and their intentions, but it seems like they didn't fall into the trap of overthinking this record. They just did their thing. Stefan Murphy is one of the most talented and prolific songwriters on the planet, and The Sleeveens are a dynamite rock 'n' roll band. Put those two things together, and it's hard to screw it up. I won't even bother comparing National Anthem to the first album. On its own merits, it's a great record — and an inspired one, too. These are songs you crank up loud not just to entertainment yourself but to energize your soul. Murphy writes songs about his life, life in general, and the world at large. While not a "political" album per se, National Anthem certainly has its moments where it speaks to what's going on in the world. And in 2026, why wouldn't it? This is a band that matters making music that matters, and we are lucky to live in a world that has The Sleeveens in it. 

Saturday, March 28, 2026

Sick Shooters - Super Sonic Rock Saga


Holy 2005, Batman! On their debut long player, Utrecht, Netherlands–based Sick Shooters take me back to the heyday of garage punk/power pop mash-ups. The perfectly tiled Super Sonic Rock Saga blasts through 11 tracks of blistering punk rock 'n' roll with relentless power pop hooks in 28 thrilling minutes. This is an all-killer, no-filler affair from start to finish. Think first generation punk-pop (Buzzcocks, Undertones, Boys) if you gave it a '90s garage punk kick in the pants and and then injected it with a modern-day youthful exuberance. If I made a playlist of the stuff I was listening to two decades ago (Kidnappers, Manikins, The Heartattacks, Marked Men, etc.), any of these songs would fit right in. Yet the sound of this record is totally fresh and exciting  — proving the timelessness of this type of music when it's done right. There aren't really many new bands like this these days — especially not ones made up of folks in their early 20s. 

What a breath of fresh air this album is! It delivers a perfect mix of scorching punk rock 'n' roll tracks ("Evacuation," "Gambling Girl," "Never Comin Home"), more power pop leaning numbers ("Daisy," "Sweet Telephone," "Holding On"), and a few that split the difference ("Heartbreaker Soulshaker," "Supersonic Lovin," "In Between"). A couple of my influential friends have already weighed in with ringing endorsements, and I will happily add my voice to the chorus of acclaim. 2026 is stacking up to be perhaps the most loaded year for new music in decades, but Super Sonic Rock Saga will absolutely have a spot near the top of my year-end albums list. When it comes to just about everything I love in music, this record hits the target dead-center. Get it from Wap Shoo Wap Records in Amsterdam. Is it just me, or is The Netherlands turning into the epicenter for everything that's awesome? 

Saturday, March 21, 2026

Poison Suckers - Charmer

It's crazy that it has already been five years since the first Poison Suckers 7" came out. Today Jo Jo and Joe are back with a follow-up, and this thing is a stone-cold ripper that will melt your ears clean off your head. Out on Transistor 66, the 4-track EP Charmer finds Poison Suckers doing what they do best: mixing soul music and '60s girl group stylings with ferociously trashy garage punk rock 'n' roll. This band makes an art form out of lo-fi budget production, and the music is all raw energy and thrillingly primitive fury. 

"Slash Tires" is pure fire right out of the gate — like Tina Turner fronting the Oblivians playing an MC5 song. This tune explodes out of your headphones, and Joanne's vocal is just ridiculous. It gives me chills. "Charade" is old school girl group greatness without all the fancy production getting in the way. "Viper Winds" lays down some hip-shaking hillbilly blues stomp — think Southern gothic vibes transplanted to the chilly North. "I'm a Zero" caps things off with full-on garage rock fury. It's a banger of epic proportions. 

And that's that: four perfect songs that give you a little bit of everything you might be craving. I can think of no band that better understands or more fully brings to life the true spirit of rock 'n' roll. Of course this band has talent. These two have a great knack for writing songs that hit you in the gut yet also treat you to enthralling hooks. And there's a very limited number of humans on the planet who can sing like Joanne. But beyond the talent, it's the feeling and the fire in this music that is just so undeniable. Charmer will hit you deep in your soul. It's a record made to be played loudly and enjoyed thoroughly. It's an at-home dance party waiting to happen and a spirited soundtrack to whatever sinful activity you might be compelled to engage in. The EP will be officially released tonight at Times Change(d) High & Lonesome Club in Winnipeg! 

Saturday, February 14, 2026

Friends of Cesar Romero - Soul Scouts


It's not very often that I listen to a record by a band I've reviewed 14 times before and find myself so completely blown away that I have to retrieve my jaw from the floor and process what I've just experienced. By now, you all know I love Friends of Cesar Romero. It's never a surprise when J. Waylon turns out another A+ release. There's a certain level of expectation that this one-man band never fails to meet, and I have no hesitation in urging any reader of this blog to shell out $103.75 for FOCR's full digital discography. But new album Soul Scouts finds this band soaring to heights that not even I could have foreseen. The sound J. Waylon captured on this release is absolutely ferocious, and that suits these songs to a T. And the passion he pours into the vocals will give you chills. I've never heard FOCR rock with this much intensity — yet the songs have never been catchier or more instantly memorable. J. Waylon is such a fine songwriter that he can move seamlessly from garage rock to power pop to punk rock to jangly guitar pop and always sound uniquely like himself. But the sound of this release is more cohesive, and it's pure fire. This is either the hardest power pop or hookiest garage punk you'll hear all year. Perhaps it manages to be both at once. We know one thing for sure: Johnny isn't messing around! 

Over the course of many installments in the Doomed Babe Series, J. Waylon has made an art form out of writing about heartbreak and the wreckage of love gone terribly bad. No one writes more eloquently or cleverly about loss, longing, and relationship trainwrecks than he does. But Soul Scouts, the 48th release in this series, hits different. J. Waylon is not just spinning tales of woe — he's purging things that have been weighing him down for years. He somehow crams a novel's worth of drama and despair into 18 minutes of music. I've always wondered: Are there many doomed babes in the FOCR universe — or just one? Soul Scouts comes off like a singular tale of doomed romance and one man's long and exasperating quest to find closure. And it's brilliant. It takes a remarkable mind to conjure up a verse like this:

I'd rather starve than share a crumb of your affection
My conscience is as clear as my complexion
Remember the good times when you think of me
That won't be hard with your goldfish memory

Soul Scouts is the kind of album people will hear and become totally obsessed with because they'll feel as if its author is telling their story. It's oddly comforting when another person's tale of despair mirrors your own. It makes us feel less alone in the world. This is a tale as old as time itself: a relationship unravels in the most agonizing ways, and even when it's over, it's never really over. Regret and bitterness linger, and moving on is far easier said than done. I love how the energy infused into these songs reflects the urgency of their lyrics. "The Rapid City Is Boring," which is essentially a prelude to the songs that follow, rips so hard that it makes The Hives sound like The Smiths. "Trauma Blonding" and "Air Raid Freshman" are probably too furious and intense to be called power pop but too contagiously hooky to not be called power pop. Likewise, "A Sonnet for Lee Lazy Horse" and "Gate Around the Classy Apple" are punchy pop songs that will rock you into next week. "Brat Summer Heartache," "Tassels," and "Nurse Midwife Crisis" are vintage FOCR garage pop bangers. Future generations will study these songs and question a society that did not appreciate their greatness. "Bitter But Better" is the powerful statement conclusion this album deserves — not quite delivering closure, but surely getting there. What is perhaps the album's most powerful line is also its simplest: "I don’t miss missing you." 

In the excellent review he wrote for Add To Wantlist, Niek likens the Friends of Cesar Romero Doomed Babe Series to a great television series that somehow manages to peak in its final season. I wholeheartedly concur. I've only been hip to the Doomed Babe project since installment #27, but I would absolutely rank Soul Scouts as the finest achievement in the series. This is the kind of album most songwriters would deliver as the grand finale, but the numbers tell me that there are two more releases still forthcoming. Part of me listens to this record and thinks, "There's no way he can possibly top this!". But the bigger part of me knows to not bet against him.

Saturday, February 07, 2026

Itchy & The Nits - Greetings From...


And they're back! Sydney-based garage punk sensations Itchy & The Nits, authors of my 16th-ranked album of 2024, return with that rare just-as-good-as-its-predecessor sophomore long player. While Itchy & The Nits have graduated from the no-budget minimalist production of their debut EP, they've managed to retain all that charm from that initial release. Out on Anti Fade Records in Australia and Total Punk Records in the U.S., Greetings From... blasts through 12 tracks of quintessential garage punk in less than 22 minutes. Simple, catchy, and fun is a formula that does not need to be messed with, and these three gals pull it off with unbeatable snap, crackle, and pop. Who doesn't love songs about smelly boys, nude beaches, television, and fortune tellers? And what's the only thing better than a rock 'n' roll band with a theme song? A rock 'n' roll band with two theme songs! Even in times as dark as these, an album like Greetings From... is sure to make you smile. It will also have you tapping your toes to a frantic degree and singing along like your life depended on it. Is it possible that the band that gave us classic songs like "Beat It Bozo!" and "Crabs" has gotten even better? My ears tell me the answer is yes!

Sunday, February 01, 2026

TJ Cabot - "Some People Just Ain't Liked" (2026 Real Rejects demo)


As one of the tens of Real Rejects super-fans populating this Earth, I am a firm believer that a TJ Cabot biopic would be must-see TV. If they can make a gigantic Hollywood film about Bruce Springsteen recording demos in his house with Stingray from Cobra Kai, why can't they make one for TJ Cabot that would at least go straight to streaming? Whether or not the lyrics in new demo "Some People Just Ain't Liked" are fact or fantasy, I can totally see someone pitching Ryan Gosling the role of the hapless barista who has been disliked and mistreated his whole life for no good reason and proceeds to exact his sweet revenge through fabricated allegations of a pubic hair turning up in a cup of coffee. Why does no one else see the cinematic gold that lies right in front of us? Look, there's Tyler lying on the floor listening to MOTO. Look, there's Tyler throwing the remains of a gas station sandwich at the TV when the Leafs choke away a playoff series. Who could resist a dramatized account of the time the words "occipital neuralgia" were first scribbled on a piece of paper? They could call the movie Patron Saint of Degenerate Little Shitheads. You are all welcome to steal my idea. All I ask for in return is a six-pack of high quality Canadian lager. 

For musical inspiration here, Tyler turns to early '80s Australia. While the rest of the punk world had hardcore fever, the Aussies were busy trying to re-create power pop in the garage by way of the Ramones. "Some People Just Ain't Liked" marries that vibe to the spirit of poorly recorded and sloppily performed bedroom budget punk. This doesn't aim to be a finished product, but it absolutely cranks. In the hands of the full Real Rejects, it will almost certainly be transformed into a beloved track on the band's next record. In all seriousness, this is actually quite a profound song. Sometimes in life, you run into people who don't like you. You can drive yourself crazy trying to win them over, or you can just say "Fuck 'em!" and get on with your day. Let it be said that if a child cares enough to abscond with loose leaf paper from a classroom cupboard, that sort of intellectual curiosity should celebrated.

Friday, January 23, 2026

The ETTERS - self-titled 7"


My biggest fail in 2025, by a wide margin, was missing the boat on the greatest garage punk album in years — the debut long player from Dutch destroyers The ETTERS. When I finally heard that record, maken je hartstikke DOOD!, it practically scorched my ears clean off my head. If you too have been waiting forever for the best album that Rip Off Records never released, you're probably already an ETTERS super-fan. If not, well, now you've got two new releases to check out! Out on France's Fish & Cheap Records, The ETTERS' new self-titled 7" delivers three furious tracks of ultra-snotty lo-fi trash in three glorious minutes. Even if you don't know a single word of Dutch, you can tell how gleefully foul-mouthed and hilariously scathing these lyrics are. And this is how you play punk rock: with reckless thumping fury and a middle finger flying in the face of entire world. On top of that, these tunes are catchier than chlamydia on a college campus. With song titles that roughly translate to "There's Nothing About You That I Don't Hate" and "Eat My Snot," you know they're not singing about sunshine and roses. Had I been hip to the full-length while we are still living in 2025, it would have easily made my top three on my year-end albums list. But hey! At least I didn't make the same mistake twice! My friends in Europe will want to grab the 7" ASAP since it's extremely limited. Here in the states, import prices are probably prohibitive. But you can certainly stream the shit out of maken je hartstikke DOOD! while you guzzle cheap beer, pogo like a maniac, and plot the ruin of everyone who has ever wronged you. Cheers to Jerry, Luna, and Kate for breathing so much life into punk rock that I feel like I'm hearing it for the first time again!

Friday, January 16, 2026

KÜKEN - Palermo


Look who's back! Out on the forever legendary Alien Snatch Records, Palermo is the first new music from the mighty KÜKEN since KÜKEN III was released back in December of 2023. I've had the honor of touting the musical creations of Chris and Philipp for more than 26 years. And here they are in the year 2026 still smashing it up like their life depended on it. Palermo is vintage KÜKEN: four tracks of raw, thumping, and undeniably catchy punk rock that mercilessly clubs you over the head yet leaves you begging for more. These guys keep it simple as always, cranking the attitude and energy levels to ten and making sure to not cross the threshold of the two-minute song. And these tracks sound amazing, delivering exactly the sort of unbridled sonic ferocity that you would expect to emerge from a St. Pauli bunker. All four of these songs are grade-A rippers! As long as the wonder twins keep on making music, you can count on me to keep on writing about it. Daniel's remark in the liner notes about this EP being the first entry in everyone's best-of-2026 list is no joke. Maybe it's time for me to start my first draft! 

Saturday, January 03, 2026

Whyte Lipstick - Deadbeat


Out of Boston, Massachusetts comes Whyte Lipstick, an exciting punk rock trio that recently released its debut album, Deadbeat. The band features Coco from Electric Street Queens and Francesca and Mary from Loretta. I hate to resort to clichés so early in the year, but Deadbeat is absolutely a breath of fresh air. This album delivers 10 tracks of straight-forward punk rock that's loaded with attitude and fun to listen to. I love the raw energy and snotty spirit in these songs. This is music with just the right amount of rough edges and enough gusto to get your toes tapping until the end of time. The band's sound is pretty original too. There are no obvious influences to cite. This is the sort of fast, fierce punk rock that begs to be played obnoxiously loud while you scream along and flip off whomever might be annoying you today. A couple of the slower burning tracks bring to mind the edgier indie/alternative rock of the late '80s and early '90s. Great stuff from one of punk music's most iconic cities! 

Monday, December 15, 2025

The Control Freaks - TV Generation


Here's what you were waiting for, kids! Back with their fourth album, The Control Freaks do what The Control Freaks do best. I couldn't quite put my finger on why I enjoy this band so much until Greg Lowery himself described the music he writes as "fast, catchy, stupid punk rock." YES! That's it! TV Generation, out today on Sweet Time Records, is 12 tracks of fast, catchy, stupid punk rock done to perfection. To me, there's nothing harder to do in music than write simple songs. So the genius of Greg Lowery should not go unappreciated. If you liked the first three Control Freaks album, you are sure to like this one as well. And if you didn't like the first three Control Freaks albums, there's almost no way you're reading this right now. 

It has occurred to me that today's punk rock scene would be far better off if there were more bands out there still ripping off Greg Lowery. But in the absence of that, at least we can count on Greg Lowery to still sound like Greg Lowery. For TV Generation, the band lineup has changed. Amy Munoz returns on rhythm guitar and vocals. Matt K. Shrugg (Zodiac Killers, Losin' Streaks) is on lead guitar. New drummer totally Mike kills it, but you might not want to get too attached to him since he has already left the band. As for the album, you know what to expect. Every song clocks in somewhere around two minutes, and there's no messing around with a winning formula. This is fun and brilliantly dumb three-chord punk rock with a fuck-you attitude and songs that will have you bobbing your head and singing along. With the opening 1-2 punch of "Burn It Down" and "TV Generation," you are quickly assured that the G.O.A.T.'s magic touch remains fully in tact. No aspirations of modernization or maturity are apparent. Songs like "Pathetic," "Panic Attack," "Please Don't Hate Me," and "You're So Revolting" live up to their promising titles. 

Leave it to Sweet Time Records, which has become THE label for primo garage punk in the 2020s, to have the good sense to put out this record. Is this the best Control Freaks album yet? Well I certainly won't say that it's not! The first 100 copies are on neon green vinyl. And in case you've been living in a cave since 2017 and don't own any of The Control Freaks' albums, you can get all four in a very limited edition box set for just 80 bucks. Now that's a deal and a steal!

Tuesday, December 02, 2025

Soda Pops - Sweet Nothing


I don't often quote band bios in full, but get a load of this one from Helsinki duo Soda Pops:
"Bubbling with bright riffs and bittersweet vibes, Soda Pops bring a sugar-coated chaos with their garage pop tunes with distorted guitars, tongue-in-cheek lyrics about serious issues like substance abuse & mental health problems, sing-along hooks, and enough sweet nothings to keep your heart warm while it breaks."

Hot damn! Where do I sign up? Leave it to Finland to bless the world with a band this delightful. On the four-song EP Sweet Nothing, Cherry Twist and Candy Crash deliver four tracks of exuberant budget garage punk by way of '60s girl groups with pop hooks galore. What's not to love? I always enjoy a band that can write songs about serious topics in a way that's fun to listen to. All four of these tunes are legit, and producer Ville Valavuo does an excellent job of preserving this band's raw edges without downplaying its undeniable pop charm. This is a band that's gonna be pretty special, so stay tuned, kids!

Friday, November 07, 2025

N.E. Vains - Running Down Pylons


Since we're getting to that time of the year where I have to start working on my end-of-the-year best-of lists, first drafts are already underway. I took a leap of faith and saved a spot in my top LPs list for N.E. Vains, trusting that they wouldn't throw me a curveball and make this new record sound like Sugar Ray. I can breathe a sigh of relief: the band's debut long player Running Down Pylons (out on Big Neck Records) is a certified banger and precisely what you would expect from a meeting of the minds involving TJ Cabot, Jeffrey Thunders, and friends. 

The last time I checked, these guys were called The Vains. But because they are decent and reasonable humans, they added the "N.E." to avoid confusion with The Vains from Cincinnati. There may be some mystery as to what the "N.E." stands for. "New England" and "North Eastern" seem like obvious answers, but I haven't ruled out "Nominally Egregious," "Naturally Effervescent," "Notable Errors," "New Earmuffs," "Naval Excellence," and "Not Evil" as additional possibilities. New Haven meeting Moncton sounds like an American Hockey League match-up from 40 years ago, but in the case of N.E. Vains, it's a creative partnership between two of the coolest dudes in punk rock which began a few years ago on the Facebook Budget Rock group (possibly the only music group on Facebook not overridden with obnoxiously pretentious gatekeeping a-holes). Shandy Lawson (lead guitar), Bill Bates (bass) and Elvis Belushi (drums) were enlisted to round out the lineup, and the rest is history. Tragically, Bates passed in 2023. Scott Fitch, a notable New Haven musician and engineer, has ably filled in on the band's subsequent recording sessions. 

Running Down Pylons is, as expected, a fun punk rock record that you should not be legally allowed to play under a volume that would likely annoy anyone within earshot. We can loosely call this "garage punk," but to me, it's just great punk. I'm hearing lots of '70s punk and early '80s hardcore influences, but the overall sound is really unique. This is not just another band trying to be Teengenerate. Whatever quarantine-fueled madness inspired these songs was something akin to genius. 10 of 11 songs clock in at under two minutes, and every single track totally cranks. The thing about a TJ Cabot–fronted record is that you're not just getting run-of-the-mill punk rock lyrics. Instead you can expect lots of amusing, wild, and presumably true stories from the life and mind of this Atlantic Canadian luminary. Favorite tracks for me include the pissed-off opener "Kicked off the VPN," the ferocious title track, the blistering "Pinched Nerve," and the mid-tempo stomper "Six for Thirty Six." But honestly, the whole album kicks ass. 

So here's where I get to the predictable part of my review and say that there aren't enough records like this anymore. But I say it because it's true. This is killer punk rock, plain and simple. If you don't like this, there's something wrong with you. I would say that I would gladly listen to TJ Cabot sing the phone book, but he might be the one person to actually take me up on that. Running Down Pylons is limited to 300 copies, so move fast if you want to be able to say you owned it when pandemic nostalgia is all the rage in five years.

Sunday, November 02, 2025

Radioactivity - Time Won't Bring Me Down


Well, this is kind of a big deal: Radioactivity, one of the most acclaimed and influential garage/punk/pop bands of a generation, has released its first new album in a decade. Man, did Silent Kill really come out ten years ago? Time flies when you're having fun! Just for context, some of the other big albums of 2015 were The Connection's Labor of Love, Night Birds' Mutiny at Muscle Beach, and Kurt Baker's Play It Cool. How long ago was 2015? It was so long ago that being against fascism was still common sense, not a partisan position. 

I suppose waiting a decade between LPs is a great way to solve the problem of the "difficult third album"! Granted, Time Won't Bring Me Down was recorded over a long period of time. So it's not like Jeff Burke waited ten years to write a new batch of songs. But still, the considerable space between Silent Kill and Time Won't Bring Me Down has allowed for a natural progression in Radioactivity's sound. There are still quite a few songs here that "sound like Radioactivity." The title track, "Watch Me Bleed," "Why," and "One Day" all find Burke (along with bandmates Daniel Fried, Gregory Rutherford, and Mark Ryan) putting on a clinic on how fast, hook-laden punk-pop ought to sound. Burke's musical style has been frequently imitated, and it's nice to be reminded that he's still the master. But at least half of this album is a significant progression from Silent Kill. Songs like "This Time" and "Ignorance Is Bliss" sound like classic Radioactivity but with more pace and breathing room — perhaps less punk-pop and more pure pop. "Analog Ways" and "I Thought" find the band firmly and comfortably in indie pop territory. "Shell," which approaches five minutes in running time, is such an ambitiously intense track that you might find yourself asking what band you're listening to. Album closer "Pain" is a moody, masterfully-crafted slow-burner. 

The appropriately-titled Time Won't Bring Me Down is here to assert that Radioactivity is back with a vengeance and poised to remain a vital force in the contemporary music scene. Far from merely rehashing his past glories, Jeff Burke is still growing and evolving as a songwriter — while still holding on to enough of his signature style to keep everyone happy. This album sets in place a seamless transition from what Radioactivity once was to what Radioactivity will be in the future. This is a genuinely modern punk rock record and a truly masterful effort. For fans of Jeff Burke and Radioactivity, this was absolutely worth the wait.

Sunday, August 24, 2025

The Sleeveens - "Downtown"


It would be an understatement to say I had high expectations for a brand-new single from The Sleeveens. Out on the iconic Goner Records, "Downtown" is the Nashville and Dublin–based band's third single and first new release in over a year. One of the most gratifying things about 2024 was to witness the worldwide garage/punk community go absolutely nuts for The Sleeveens. There's nothing better than seeing a band at this level of greatness get properly recognized by fans and reviewers alike. The band's self-titled album was one of the most remarkable debut punk LPs of recent memory, and "Downtown" is absolutely of the same caliber. This was actually one of the first songs Stefan Murphy ever wrote. He released it with his band The Mighty Stef back in 2009. And while that original version is great in its own right, this tune just hits different as a Sleeveens song. So much of the allure of this band is that there's no other group out there that sounds quite like this. You've got the Irish poet laureate of the underground fronting a blistering American garage punk rock 'n' roll band, and it's absolute magic. Eli Steele on guitar, Ryan Sweeney on drums, and Jamie Mechan on bass pump new life int "Downtown" without downplaying the substance and soul of its lyrics. The first verse alone is enough to give you chills: 

You know, the nine-to-five is eating us alive
Eating us alive
We are not kings, we are foot soldiers
On the road to nowhere
This is not the way it was supposed to be
We promised ourselves a revolution
But we ended up walking out in the cold again

I love how the song starts out seemingly despairing, but by the end, it's defiant and hopeful. When Murphy sings, "We're ok, we can roll with the punches any day because we're made of steel, we're made of stone," you'll be ready to run through a brick wall. This, my friends, is a freaking anthem! And very quickly. The Sleeveens are becoming known for anthems! Imagine one of your very first attempts at writing a song being something this profound. And while the song seems particularly relevant in the light of recent events, its message is truly timeless. What a brilliant idea it was to revive this song! On the B-side,  the band does an excellent rendition The Reigning Sound's classic "Drowning." When Murphy was just starting out as a songwriter, he was a massive fan of Greg Cartwright. That influence might not have been palpable in his music at the time. But fate brought him into contact with a Tennessee-based garage band, and the idea of The Sleeveens covering The Reigning Sound was just too perfect to pass up. Suffice it to say that if you consider Greg Cartwright as one of the finest songwriters of his generation, you probably view The Sleeveens as the next great hope for rock 'n' roll. And you'd be correct on both counts.