So here’s the best of a month so full of new music that the showcase comes in twice as long. Settle in, find your groove and get listening. ‘Cus right here are your summer essentials.
punk
“It’s a slickly produced thump of tenderised carnality designed to entice mass engagement. Devour it, go get free and get hell bent. And if you can’t then be glad this can for us…”
“It’s dusty, calamitous, messy. It’s full of atonal pinches and squalor. Noise detracts from the tightness, manic vocals hide the quips, its immaturity masks all its know-how…”
“Defiantly oddball, endearingly goofy, grin pleasingly off-kilter cute… Welcome to the world of Gus Englehorn, where the main and only question that bites your ass urgently is ‘who the New-York-Fuck is Gus Englehorn’?”
This is music direct to your ears. A light shone on uncovered gems. Here’s the very best of 2021.
It’s a playlist for pummel and pleasure. An hour of new music hand crafted and sculpted like a C86 mixtape for lovers…
“With gluttonous, gratuitous, cooler than thou sleaze, these lost tapes and live shows show the best of them…”
“Whatever your take on disco punk Dada, maybe make sure you’re ready to change it. Trade your Hot Chips for cash, collect all Chk Chk Chks, and tune into Sex Pizzul weirdness…”
“This track is a blast up of guttural sludge, rib-splitting hollers, and crueller-than-thou crunched up gut driven licks. It’s a filth guided grind of destruction…”
This is spleen venting filth with a mean garage grind that ties punk up in white-knuckle knots…
Rats on the Run 