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Another Fucking Problem Are We Making You Sick? cassette

Classic pissed-off hardcore from New Zealand. ANOTHER FUCKING PROBLEM pulls from the same fast and emotionally overloaded space as early CEREMONY and PUNCH, but with an angrier edge that pushes everything into new territory. Very political and very hostile. Short blasts of power and riffs sharpened down to splinters that stab at the enemy. Even when the band gets technically tight, the recording keeps things raw and furious. It has that real DIY hardcore energy where the urgency matters more than precision. The whole EP sounds anxious, over caffeinated, and ready to crack. I wonder if they lifted their band name from the COKE BUST song? I bet they did!

Crash Outfit Crash Outfit CD

The spirit of ’90s indie may never fully dissipate, at least not for a few more decades. It makes sense, as it was the last time it felt like nearly anyone could be plucked from the toil of a gigging band and end up on 120 Minutes with an advance and a record deal (that likely wouldn’t be seen to completion). But the music itself left a lasting impression, despite the disillusionment that followed, and bands like CRASH OUTFIT are testament to that. Here’s a blend of something akin to the overlap between SLEATER-KINNEY, SUPERCHUNK, and SLINT (perhaps they should have picked an “S” name). All that to say, this band is a perfectly convincing rock band in that mode. It doesn’t blow me away with its originality, but it’s damn earnest. Some of the vocal vibrato is honestly a bit much, but otherwise, far be it from me to dissuade anyone from continuing to follow the dream of showing up and laying it down. What else is there to do?

The Cysts Turn It Up or Throw It Away / S.I.S.T.S LP

At the time of this writing, this record is not available to be streamed, which is oddly fitting given the content. The CYSTS were active in the late ’00s, and everything about this album feels like it’s of that era. Not to say that what they produced doesn’t hold up—to the contrary, their style of angular hardcore seems to be experiencing a bit of a resurgence as of late. The gritty production and personal/political lyrical approach jets me back to Richmond, Virginia in the early ’00s. I’m thinking specifically of CITY OF CATERPILLAR, ULTRA DOLPHINS, LIGHT THE FUSE AND RUN, and FLESH EATING CREEPS. The CYSTS were from Portland and skew more towards punk than screamo (on whatever nexus is that broadly encompassing), but I’m not sure RVA and PDX were as far apart spiritually at that time as geography might imply. Anger, charm, and urgency are present in equal measure on this one. DIY punk forever!

Dead Star Boys Rats CD

One of the latest transmissions from Medway, Kent, the DEAD STAR BOYS’ sophomore album offers a set of smart and progressive tunes surrounded in a 1970s haze. Rooted in old school British rock and new wave, the songs’ pop sensibilities are wired to an underlying anxiety and set in classic understated style. Standout tracks include the anthemic, BOWIE-esque “The Soldiers are All Broken” and the sickly-sweet “Don’t Turn Off the Light,” but this will appeal to those who dig the later BUZZCOCKS and bands like the CHORDS.

El Colmo La Casa Invisible / I Hear Voices 7″

A two-song 7″ and the first physical release from this Los Angeles band, only available at shows and on Bandcamp. Both tracks live in the same haunted space: the title track, sung in Spanish, creeps through what might be a literal haunted house or something more allegorical, while the flip is a cover of SCREAMIN’ JAY HAWKINS’s “I Hear Voices,” channeling the original’s unhinged menace through a thick coat of reverb. The whole thing has a ’60s garage feel with an early psych edge, moody and atmospheric without ever dragging. They released a full-length 12″ just a couple months back, and this 7″ works as a nice entry point if you haven’t caught up yet.

Fun Control Test Run LP

FUN CONTROL is as strange as it gets. Imagine mixing NO TREND and BLACK FLAG with the blasting of INFEST. Doesn’t make much sense on paper, but it sounds great. Everything is redlined, but underneath all the abrasion, there’s real control. The riffs lock into these ugly little loops hammered into weird places through repetition. At moments, the tape saturation and damaged-mix aesthetic drift toward the harsh minimalism of FLIPPER, where fidelity itself becomes part of the aggression. The sense of versatility and lack of care for following the canons of punk is what makes Test Run a very enjoyable experience.

Game Show Models Everything’s Gonna Be All Right cassette

Fuzzed-out pop punk with drums so tight they sound like a machine. The melody lurks just beneath the surface and is intertwined with both vocals and beautifully foolish guitars. Don’t let the simplicity deceive you, as these songs were perfectly crafted through a grey and sorrowful Midwest winter and lead toward a budding green spring. I remember in 1987, Vanna White, at the time the most popular game show model, was blurbed about in Newsweek for her Playboy feature. I wanted to catch up on world events in the library, and found that all of the copies were missing their last two pages. Later at lunch, a kid named Kevin opened his wallet and next to a condom was Vanna’s Newsweek photo folded to fit the small plastic picture pocket. For me, this four-song cassette made me think of Vanna White, Newsweek, the library, Kevin, and condoms. I’m not sure what the intent was, but none of this would have happened without the upbeat, infectious, fuzzy pop punk sensation of GAME SHOW MODELS. Great tape.

In the Key of K Out of Time Out of Tune CD

Have you ever walked into a room and felt like you interrupted something that wasn’t meant for you? Or accidentally opened a notebook and saw someone’s personal writing? That is kind of the situation here. Out of Time Out of Tune is a CD reissue of a cassette released in 1998, and it is so off-the-wall and not punk that honestly reviewing would just come across as mean spirited. IN THE KEY OF K seems to be the output of one guy who, looking at his blog, is very earnest about his music and life (and likes using AI for album covers). The music on this album is primitive bedroom grunge with jazz and funk influences, interspersed with classical fingerpicking. That’s all I’m going to say. I don’t see the audience for this beyond the artist’s friends and family, but best of luck to him.

Life’s Torment An Abomination of Collective Ideologies EP

Lots going on here with LIFE’S TORMENT, a self-described “grind-punk/sk8 violence/fastcore” unit from Vegas. Dual vocals belt out anti-facist lyrics amidst buzzing riffs, blastbeats, and breakdowns. I don’t really have any complaints—on paper this all sounds pretty good, and in practice, it does, too. That said, by the end I felt exhausted by this EP; maybe best served in smaller doses.

M.A.C.E. / Trash Diva DCxPC Live, Vol. 44 split LP

If you read my reviews regularly, then you know exactly what I’m going to say next: the DCxPC live albums have quickly become one of the greatest institutions in modern punk. I absolutely love these archives, and if you haven’t checked them out yet, this would be a great place to start. Both of these bands are so tight that I had to check the liner notes to make sure these were live recordings. Seriously, they both sound fantastic! M.A.C.E and TRASH DIVA both play a similar flavor of hardcore that incorporates blood-curdling screams and elements you’d typically hear in more powerviolence-adjacent bands. My favorite thing about these releases is listening to the performers win the crowd over throughout their set. The crowd is roaring for both at the conclusion of each. Fantastic piece of wax and well worth several spins. Side note: M.A.C.E’s set was recorded at Uncle Lou’s in Orlando. I’d like to take this time to point out that, as of this writing, Uncle Lou is in ICE custody awaiting trial. There is a GoFundMe set up for Lou’s defense fund which can be easily found by searching for “Uncle Lou GoFundMe.” If you have the means, please consider donating! Fuck ICE!

Macroplastics Macroplastics demo cassette

Gotta love some big plastics. This Illinois-based rough and ragged hardcore punk act blasts out five explosive tunes that are chock-full of volatility. Tackling the discomforts of modern living with a sneer, MACROPLASTICS couple introspective, claustrophobic lyrics with a stereo-smashing propulsion. I dig the tension this dichotomy creates, where the lyrics are riddled with doubt and anxiety but the delivery is unbridled and assertive. Saturated, percussive, and concussive. This would sit nicely alongside your favorite JUDY AND THE JERKS and VANILLA POPPERS releases. This rips!

Paulo Vicious Ansiedade e Guerra cassette

Mysterious egg-punk project that mixes rudimentary keyboard beats with fuzz guitar and insect-effect vocals. The tape opens with an irritating Casio “Rock Beat 2” drum preset with chirpy keys and the voice buzzing something unintelligible. I was ready to push pause and write the review, but the next few tracks were pleasantly surprising. “Cinema City” features guitar fuzz so blown-out that it sounds like the circuitry has been destroyed, which, ironically, gives the track warmth and provides counterpoint to the simple electronic beats. “Acorda Bebê 2” has a crude punk riff that expands into a similarly crunchy, catchy chorus that brought me back in. Closer “Revendedor Clonex Bye Bye” is much like the opening track, but it makes more sense after listening to the whole tape. Information on PAULO VICIOUS is scant: this tape was previously released on an Israeli label, the song titles are in Portuguese, and this edition is from the reliably great Florida label, Xtro. Maybe this is ushering in a new era of Mysterious Guy International Casio Beat Broken Fuzz Pedal Egg-Punk? If you’re a true egg freako, you’ll dig it.

Rosie Rosie demo cassette

Five-song debut demo of sleazy, nasty, riff-heavy rock’n’roll from Barcelona, Spain. This appears to be a recording project of sorts, with only two people credited. The songwriter handles all the guitars as well as vocals, while the other person is responsible for the entire rhythm section. The guitars on this recording are sharp and discernible, but they’re paired with muffled vocals and a drum sound that feels like it was recorded in a closet using a single microphone. Somehow, the result is both crystal clear and completely blown-out at the same time. Most importantly, the songs are there. These tracks are so immediately catchy that you’ll find yourself nodding along on first listen, convinced you’ve heard them somewhere before. With a whole lotta riffs and hopefully a whole lot more forthcoming, it’s safe to say this reviewer wouldn’t turn down a heaping portion of a whole lotta ROSIE.

Screaming Fist Santa Plaga EP

The first offering in several years from Oakland’s SCREAMING FIST. They play the kind of ripping hardcore punk that you’d expect from a band composed of members of several veteran bands. Santa Plaga translates to “Holy Plague,” and most of the lyrics here are political in nature. It’s got killer riffs, Spanish vocals that command your attention, and a drummer who is hellbent on stealing all of that attention! I just love it when a drummer just dominates a record, and that’s precisely what we have here. Take the second track “Gotas,” for example: it’s one-and-a-half minutes of fury led off with a repeating snare drum roll that morphs over time into precision drum fills and cymbal crashes. It all happens so fast that it’s almost over before you can wrap your head around it. Production-wise, it’s more polished than their 2019 debut, and the fidelity serves as a vehicle to deliver a sonic ass-beating. I’d like to hear these songs a little less polished, but that’s more of a curiosity than a criticism. It’s not easy to come off this aggressive while being so melodic, but they do it very well. I bet they rip live.

Spont Ar Stad Spont Ar Stad 12″

SPONT AR STAD is Breton for “state terror,” Breton being one of the six extant Celtic languages, used in Northwestern France. SPONT AR STAD plays anarcho-punk with Breton forming the lyrical content. Their recent self-titled 12″ draws heavy influence from ’80s peace and anarcho-punk. Raucous punk formed from atypical instrumentation and rhythmic experimentation, spontaneous shifts in timing resulting in multiple movements, and often blending with soundbites to create immediate social commentary. Authentic dissent in musical form.

Stiff Middle Fingers Like Eroding Stone LP

TurdKing’s vocals on this are driving, and while biting and sarcastic, they also have an introspection that can only come from years of being eaten away from the inside by boredom. All told, this is a great snotty hardcore punk record that reminds me of Florida’s greatest, the PINK LINCOLNS, and a little bit of Canada’s HEADCHEESE. It seems as though STIFF MIDDLE FINGERS have been a band for thirteen years, not carpet-bombing Lawrence, KS every three or four years with a release (maybe more like carpet-farting or cropdusting), until now. Like Eroding Stone has these five beautiful clowns distilling down their toilet-wine tunes to a fine, elegant, crisp oaky liquor with nice legs, paired well with a Molotov cocktail through your boss’s window or a quiet night of self-loathing. Either way, it’s a darn fine stomper.

Taste Testors Come Back! LP

The second record from Seattle’s TASTE TESTORS, Come Back! is a smooth blast of four-chord style. These guys are super dialed-in, with a sound that applies lounge act levels of class to their O.G. pop punk spirit. Delivered with complete control, these eleven tight tunes stick closely to the tried and true RAMONES rock’n’roll formula. Just when you think they might let loose, they show you the impeccable shine of their pristine leather jackets once again. Highly polished and perfectly composed, the songs aren’t angsty, but assured, reading something like DARK THOUGHTS with post-nut clarity.

Vitamin X Ride the Apocalypse CD

Hardcore thrash titans VITAMIN X have been around the block, and it shows on their seventh album, Ride the Apocalypse. A pristine display of experience and skill, these seventeen tracks show a band who can seemingly write ripper after ripper in their sleep. Melding hardcore punk with metallic crossover, the formula works and sounds classic right out of the gate with riffs on riffs, a rock-solid rhythm section, and vocals that call back to classic NYHC. I have no more notes, this is the top of the pile for this style, made all the more legit with Andrei Bouzikov’s killer artwork and Joel Grind’s beefy mastering.

All Beat Up / Cockring Humiliation Ritual split LP

Humiliation Ritual shifts between noise-soaked hardcore and ugly, angular punk without ever losing momentum or sense of purpose. COCKRING leans into groovier and unhinged hardcore, channeling the “damaged” repetition of GAG and HOAX. ALL BEAT UP brings the curveballs to the table with tracks that land somewhere between the savagery of CONVERGE and the harsher, dissonant edges of BOTCH. What ties the split together is the forward momentum itself. Everything sounds fresh and original. Both bands do genuinely honest takes on hardcore, and both sound very, very different from each other. Sometimes that’s just what a good split is.

Bad Motivator / Woolly Bandits split 7″

This is a two-song split with each band leaning in with their best. BAD MOTIVATOR’s is a jerky ’70s punk tune that lyrically pulls you into themes of “turn on, tune in, drop out.” “Information Overload” is budding with nervous energy that keeps you learning forward anxiously for the entire song. The flip with WOOLLY BANDITS caught me completely off guard. With an aural garage attack that blends the fierce lyrics of Christa Collins and the raw guitar energy of Rik Collins. “A.I. Must Die” balances between unharnessed Paisley Underground, a wall of ’60s proto-punk, and a ’70s punk sound, while managing to be on-topic and present. It takes guts to do a two-sider split but this wins. I’m gonna go check their other offerings.

Crocodiles Greetings From Hell LP

CROCODILES have been making music for almost two decades, which is always impressive. Their latest offering kicks off with a really solid opening track and ends with an equally intriguing number, with everything in the middle varying from fine to pretty good. And that construction is always a bit tough. You drop the needle and immediately think it might be a fun ride, but then a lot of the ensuing numbers just feel a little too plodding, a little too polished. But I do think they nail those opening and closing moments. Perhaps the most interesting point on the album for me was “I Dream of Genet,” which plays out like a gender-swapped version of KISS’s “Nothin’ to Lose”—not something I ever really expected to hear, let alone a sentence I ever really expected to write.

Crying Form / Regulator split cassette

Some new slammers out of Athens. REGULATOR comes in on some smooth, “slow nod” hardcore with a damaged sound and hip hop edge. Their second song is a speedier number that reveals a bit of the BAD BRAINS influence you might expect from the band’s name. Then, CRYING FORM comes in and just melts the skin off your face. Good tape.

The Dracu-Las I’m Blue (The Gong-Gong Song) / Time is a Maze 7″

Mixing up a retro surf vibe with a girl group soul sound of the ’50s and ’60s, Jersey City’s DRACU-LAS pack a lot into these two tracks. It kicks off with a cover of the IKETTES’ “I’m Blue,” with vocalist Kyna Damewood channeling Rachel Nagy of the DETROIT COBRAS, and the second track, “Time is a Maze,” takes more of a punk-a-go-go approach. The two additional digital-only songs accompanying the single have a spirit reminiscent of the COATHANGERS and SUICIDE NOTES.

Extracts Extracts cassette

Oh my holy mother of HOT SNAKES, did I enjoy this EXTRACTS release from the very first note strummed. Fantastic four-piece outta New Orleans, a city whose scene awesome gives us dirge-y and heavy and humid, but this self-titled recording, released February 6, 2026, is light and airy and high-flying. The album’s second song, “Currency,” conjures JAWBOX in its cyclic guitar riffs and hoppy-skippy drum syncopations. They sound like four guys who have played together joyously for a long time. It’s nice to encounter bands with two guitars where they seem to have perfected the art of back-and-forth and sharing space. I love the decaying American flag over a doorway on the cover art, too. “Gold Plated Skeleton,” the final song, has a quiet sadness woven in and shows that they know the value of bending a string here and there. I wanna go see these folks!

Franky and the Slight Incline DCxPC Live, Vol. 46: Live at the Cave LP

Another DCxPC live release lands in the pile, and this is a pretty good one. FRANKY AND THE SLIGHT INCLINE careen through fifteen tracks recorded at Chapel Hill’s The Cave in 2024, and the sound quality is rough, but let’s be honest, nobody’s buying DCxPC recordings to pamper their precious audiophile ears. What you get is sloppy, zippy punk rock with lyrics that are mostly idiotic until they aren’t, the kind of dumb that occasionally winks at you and reveals that maybe there’s something sharper underneath. One minute they’re dropping a pretty, surfy instrumental interlude like they got confused about what’s happening, and the next they’re ripping through “Entfremdung,” an anti-consumerist rant, “Aus-ccent,” a gleeful hack job on Australian accents, or “Death Row Americano,” where it sounds like the singer (or singers?) got possessed by a committee of demons who can’t agree on whose voice is next. Spiritual descendants of the DIESEL QUEENS, maybe, with the same gift for making a mess sound like a party. The vocals are strong, the energy never dips, and the whole thing is a pretty good time.

GNP 1985 Demo LP

Formed in Birmingham in 1982, GROSSEST NATIONAL PRODUCT (GNP) was one of Alabama’s first hardcore bands. These goofball thrashers cut this sixteen-song tape in 1985, preserving songs with titles like “Teenage Abortion,” “Rabid Lassie,” and “I Married an Astro Zombie” for posterity. It’s wacky old school stuff with remastered sound that cuts some of the dirt of the demo. If your collection includes the fine works of the ANGRY SAMOANS, DAYGLO ABORTIONS, and ADRENALIN O.D., you may want to slap this in there, too.

Here’s Your Warning Here’s Your Warning LP

This record took one hell of a trip to reach its final destination; i.e. completion. With the writing and recording beginning all the way back in 2019, this slab would go on to be re-recorded each time there was a lineup change, totaling five different recording sessions. Holy smokes, talk about a passion project. The end result? Your standard West Coast punk rock affair; skate punk with a bit of thrash and Oi! influences, almost like a less-melodic BAD RELIGION meshed with MDC and BLITZ. Tackling topics such as the coronavirus and our current political climate, this album is certainly the soundtrack of our times, even if it sounds like it came straight from the ’80s. If you’re a fan of “traditional punk,” then you’ll love this one—classic “fuck you” energy melded with that sloppy chaos you only get from the veterans of the scene.

Laughing Torso Dead Homies EP

Humid and dense, like their hometown of New Orleans. Their suffocating sound is hard to map cleanly as it leaves a swampy trail. The whole record just runs on hatred and forward motion with the deadliest of insistence. Repetition becomes erosion with every riff, feeling like it’s sanding another layer off the original idea. They sound like the ’00s hardcore bands that sprinkled a little crustiness in their punk—CATHARSIS comes to mind, especially because of the smothering, screeched vocals. Overall, a great EP for those who like dangerous music. Plus, the cover has a flail that is also a skull. How could you go wrong?

Man With Rope / Mindclot split cassette

Only a label like Noise Merchant could bring a split where both bands are deviously raw and equally heavy. MINDCLOT and MAN WITH ROPE are both out of St. Louis, Missouri. They each have two tracks on this split, with MINDCLOT playing their D-beat-infused hardcore and MAN WITH ROPE offering their crust-blended hardcore. If you’re curious about the punk scene in the Show Me State, then check out this split.

Oral Slagen I Blod LP

ORAL. What a weird name for a band. Not really a shirt you would wear comfortably in 2026. To my great shame, I only discovered the band a couple of years ago when FOAD Records reissued an early discography of this Swedish band, Dystopisk Framtid. To be fair, I was a little upset that I didn’t know this mid/late ’80s band before, as they played a cracking style of raw and absolutely furious abrasive käng reminiscent of CRUDE SS or AVSKUM, but a with a more pronounced metallic thrash influence at times. The dog’s bollocks. ORAL’s only proper recording came out in 1994 and included nine songs originally written during their first run between 1984 and 1989 (I assume they were no longer active by then) and recorded with a heavier, not to mention more metal-oriented, production. Seeing the prices of the CD-only release, Slagen I Blod must have been considered as something of an obscure classic that was difficult to acquire, so the reissue on De:Nihil Records (a label that was kind enough to reissue CRUDITY last year) is welcome indeed. The basis of the songs are still to be found in the second part of the ’80s, back when primitive brands of hardcore and metal started dating for real. Slagen I Blod sounds like a bridge between the aggression of Swedish extreme metal of the ’90s and the brutality of the D-beat hardcore of Distortion Records from the same time, and it is quite excellent. Many current bands try hard to pull this “metal käng” style, and very few succeed like ORAL did. But then, guitar player Alf also played in AT THE GATES, so clearly he knew what he was doing. An essential reissue in my opinion.

Pretty Baby Layaway Plot LP

You know what the toughest thing a punk band can do in 2026, a year dominated by horrible people doing and saying horrible things to each other? Be radically vulnerable; emotionally transparent and available. Charlotte, NC, post-hardcore band PRETTY BABY purges stories of grief, loss, and hope on their gorgeous debut LP that sounds like amplified heartbreak. Buffeted by lush instrumental interstitial tracks, the songs ride quiet/loud dynamics that move from hushed, finger-picked passages to propulsive post-punk bass grooves to full-chested emoviolence screaming, all while remaining tonally consistent and affecting. “Ghost Teller” opens with a melodic guitar hook that sounds like TITLE FIGHT at their shouty best before erupting into blastbeat hardcore by the end. “Hector’s Loop” goes from a filthy noise rock riff into textural indie punk like a PISSED JEANS/JAWBOX best friend handshake. There are raw moments too, like the ripping chaotic violence of “Grappled and Poisoned,” but even then, shards of layered beauty shine through in the form of melancholy piano and reverse reverbed synth. It’s a complex and rewarding listen and totally recommended.

Sick Shooters Super Sonic Rock Saga LP

Another excellent record. Three for three this month. This is fairly straightforward melodic punk rock that is very good. It’s mid-tempo and catchy. With most of the songs clocking in at right around two minutes, this is right up my alley. Get in. Get out. Get the job done. If I didn’t use the term “power pop” in this review, I’d have done you a disservice. Really nicely done. Reminds me of later BUZZCOCKS stuff at times.

Sonic Youth of Today AKA SYT cassette

Spain’s SONIC YOUTH OF TODAY gathered all the synthesizers they could find and made some of the catchiest “straight to Gameboy Color” music you could think of. Layers and layers of synthesizers, captivatingly haunting vocals, and pounding drum machine beats create this warm on the outside, cold at heart, slightly unsettling but primordially familiar sound. I not only enjoyed this album, but also connected with it deeply.

Sprgrs EP2 cassette

SPRGRS from Granada, Spain are a mid-tempo, drum-machine-driven egg-punk band, heavy on the catchy bass lines and repetitive grooves. Despite having succumbed to the SNOOPER virus and doing Jazzercise throughout their entire live sets, this band is an all-around good time. I played with them in the summer of 2024 when they toured the States and absolutely loved it. Hell, I even picked up this cassette from them when they were here! A year-and-a-half later, and XTRO has reissued this cassette in a limited run of 25 copies. Hope you packed your Dramamine, fellow voyagers, as these are some of the most warbly guitars I have ever heard! On top of that, the flutter and tape fluctuation warble on the dubbing of this tape has me feeling incredibly lost at sea. There are five songs total, three with emoji titles, all of which sound incredibly similar and kind of blur together. There are some cool licks for sure, but ultimately this cassette ends up feeling like one long, disjointed, herky-jerky track. All in all, SPRGRS is a killer band with solid songwriting and a ton of live energy. If you’re into lo-fi egg-punk, grab a copy before it disappears.

Streets of Separation Faux Fur EP

Dark punk lurches from the most isolated city in the world. From the harsh, plodding “My Pleasure,” with its deadly intense vocals giving way to slow and deliberate moans, to the desperate, amped-up, sub-minute-long “Motorbike,” Perth’s STREETS OF SEPARATION defy modern convention, channelling ’90s riot grrrl, primitive Australian punk, and steely determination for a modern reality. The guitar is wild, the vocals are intense, the rhythm section grooves like the Goner archives…and I’ve never heard anything like it.

Total Wolf World Wolf III / Defcon 4 LP

The Wolf World III side was released in 2022, while the Defcon 4 side just plopped out in 2026. TOTAL WOLF has gotten tighter in the four year gap between releases, but their message of being mad picks up perfectly from where it stopped in 2022. TOTAL WOLF has grunt-loads of punk’n’roll melody with ”shut the fuck up” shouted gang vocals that inspire you to not “shut the fuck up.” Imagine tough-guy melody with guitar solos and driving rock’n’roll punk, like if NASHVILLE PUSSY’s ass-kicking fast pace and relentlessness were bottled and corked. They like to get fucked up, as they said in one of their songs from 2022. They curse a lot and probably do some high kicks and bring it hard to every show. In a 2026 song, they are still committed to getting fucked up. Live, I’m nearly almost maybe certain that they are possibly unhinged. One thing is undoubtedly certain, TOTAL WOLF brings the party. Man, two records on one record is a great savings too, and also shows their attention to budget-conscious punks. Thanks, TOTAL WOLF.

United Stare Voice of Change EP

I’d never heard this band, and the first track blew me away. It’s a killer slab of UK-style punk brewed in Pittsburgh, PA. It’s gritty, the chorus is a crusher, and the vocals have a real Oi! quality to them. You could have probably convinced me this was a 7” lost to time, discovered in the attic 30 years after the band broke up. That is, until I got to track two and the band switched gears into DINOSAUR JR. riffage complete with slacker/loser vocals. Not nearly as cool and memorable as the first track, but will scratch the itch of anyone into the mid -’80s SST releases. I was starting to wonder if maybe the band has two principle songwriters who each brought a track to the table, but any interest I had in exploring that further was over as soon as I started the B-side. It’s one seven-minute instrumental track that isn’t worth the time it takes to flip the record. Shoulda kept it lean and mean. The title track is a goddamn banger, though.

V/A Punx Against Ice CD

A commendable anti-ICE benefit comp with proceeds going to Border Kindness, “a charity that provides asylum-seekers, migrants, and refugees with things such as food, shelter, clothing, medical care and legal services.” The music here doesn’t really hit for me personally, ranging from street punk to crust to powerviolence and lots of other styles in between. Mileage will vary, and you should check it out for yourself, but regardless of your taste, this is for a worthy cause and what punk subculture is all about.

Agita Commercials cassette

Fifteen tracks of scabby, unsettling noise rock with only one song clocking in over a minute. In a genre where repetition and endurance are cornerstones, the brief blasts here never overstay their welcome, hitting you with barf vocals, syncopated dirge riffing, and pounding drums like a HARVEY MILK or MELVINS Whitman’s Sampler. It’s rad gutter noise punk in small doses, perfect for short attention spans or repeat listens.

Burned Up Bled Dry Next Stop… Dead Stop… LP

Arkansas cannot be said to be the most glamorous place of the Empire (or is it?), and judging from the ferocity of BURNED UP BLED DRY’s first album, it might be an additional source of anger. If Next Stop… Dead Stop… is indeed the band’s first LP, they have been going (on and off) since 1996, so they are not exactly in a hurry (contrary to their style). I had not heard of the band before, but they were apparently classified as a powerviolence act back when the scene was replete with representatives of the genre. From what I hear on this LP, in spite of the shortness of the songs (26 songs in 25 minutes, so there’s no arsing around here) and the (very) fast numbers, I wouldn’t call them a strict powerviolence act. The songwriting is diverse, somewhat progressive, with many breaks and changes, from sludgecore songs to crusty moments, blasting hardcore madness or high-energy stomping hardcore, but heaviness and despair are always at the helm. A wild pony with many tricks, if you like. Because they developed in the ’90s and the LP is released on Prank Records (a defining label from that era), comparisons to works by the likes of HIS HERO IS GONE, DAMAD, and DEATHREAT are relevant, but BURNED UP BLED DRY sounds more urgent somehow—the powerviolence influence definitely affects this feel. The production is heavy and very guitar-driven, the angry vocals are raucous and expressive, and it stands as a very convincing work that could appeal to a wide audience of extreme music lovers (people with bad backs will definitely be into that), although the LP’s relentlessness can sometimes be a little overwhelming and might be hard for some to digest in one sitting.

Caspa I Hate Caspa cassette

Finding the right words for a review can be tricky when you don’t want to lean on quick subgenre labels. CASPA is a San Antonio synth punk band, in that they are a punk band with a synth player. What I hear in them isn’t a standard breakdown of a synth punk band or the modern-day simple equivalent of egg-punk, and requires separate assessments. The guitars, bass, and drums sit in mid-tempo punk/pop punk territory. The synth, sounding like a Fisher Price keyboard with only the highest octave working, plink-plunks catchy lines over the pop-laden songs. The final layer, the vocals, swing between sing-songy hooks and high-pitched squeals, sitting roughly three times louder than the instruments. While I know everyone doesn’t share my mindset that vocals should be treated as just another instrument, the idea that the vocals are somehow three times as important as anything else is confusing to me. So much of this cassette is very high-pitched, and I’m relieved that my advanced tinnitus from years of loud gig attendance hasn’t deprived me of the ability to hear the frequencies on this CASPA cassette. CASPA exists on a frequency all its own, above 3,000 Hz. It’s clear that the label releasing this cassette and the one that has already done a vinyl version are both incredibly excited about the band, and there are surely reasons for that. Based on this cassette alone, however, I feel nothing but exhaustion after just one listen. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on the dog, who bolted as soon as the tape started. Perhaps there are even higher CASPA frequencies not perceptible to the human ear equally prevalent on this release.

Crache Éclaircie Sauvage cassette

Following a couple singles and a full-length in 2023, CRACHE is out with the Éclaircie Sauvage cassette (via XTRO in the States and Howlin’ Banana and Ganache Records in France). This synth punk quartet hailing from Marseille brings us five tracks of full-send energy, with everybody slamming their instruments and voices to a breaking point, bringing synth and hardcore to a mostly holy union. That said, they aren’t relentless, and offer plenty of moments of moodiness (“Rigoletto), of doomy outros (“Confusion Générale”), and what I assume is tongue-in-cheek lyrics (“Ballade”) featuring a more typical, slower tempo and high-register “la la la”s over the chorus. No way to not have fun with this one.

Dogfightt / Pogowolves split EP

POGOWOLVES are tough to nail down—there are elements of wild Japanese hardcore (thinking about the backing vox and the You-esque bass), and they seem to be leaning towards a metallic STARVING WOLVES approach; it’s a lot to handle. On the flip, DOGFIGHTT is early UK trash and ’80s Sunset Strip energy, total ENGLISH DOGS and INEPSY vibes with searing lead vocals. Both bands are from Kuala Lumpur and both demand further investigation.

Ekibyo Condemned to a Worthless Existence cassette

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—I’m a sucker for lo-fi, noisy, crasher punk, and EKIBYO out of Florida does not disappoint. The Condemned to a Worthless Existence cassette contains five original songs and a RUDIMENTARY PENI cover, all slathered in distortion so dense you’ll swear there’s a swarm of bees coming through your speakers. Indignant lyrics critique multiple aspects of imperialistic societies with a rapid-fire delivery while a heavy rhythm section pounds out primal beats. EKIBYO certainly isn’t attempting to reinvent the wheel, but Condemned to a Worthless Existence is worth a listen if you’re in the mood.

Fake Lighters Sinking In LP

This has a real OFF WITH THEIR HEADS/DILLINGER FOUR feel to it. It’s sloppy but authentic, and chock-full of hooks and sing-along parts. This has all the perfect elements of a “windows down, car full of friends shouting along with the songs” record. I feel like Long Island, NY has been churning out more and more of this kinda stuff in recent years. Simple and memorable, passion-filled, with vocals bleeding through the guitars with melody and honesty. Apparently they’ve been cranking out the hits for four years. Also, I gotta talk about the sleeve with a big ol’ grizzly holding a dandelion as the fish jump past him. I love it. I’d wear that shirt.

Gold Cup The Piss Has Been Taken cassette

GOLD CUP’s The Piss Has Been Taken is a six-song cassette from a Manchester four-piece who’ve been kicking out really solid rockers since 2023. This release is a little less egg-punky than some of their earlier material, but the fuzzed-out vocals over hard-driving rock’n’roll keep things moving and let a killer bass tone do a lot of the heavy lifting. At times, it reminded me of the KIDS, that same kind of locked-in, no-frills energy where the songs don’t need to be clever because they’re too busy being good. The playing is tight, the recording suits the music perfectly, and every listen pulled me in a little deeper. The limited cassette run is already sold out, but the whole thing is up on Bandcamp, so do yourself a favor and check them out.

Huge Prick Psycho Chair cassette

Vancouver is absolutely filthy with excellent punk bands, so it’s no surprise to see yet another show up in my review pile. HUGE PRICK (great name) plays totally blown-out and over-the-top hardcore that sounds fried to a crisp and grimy in the best way possible. This seven-track, six-minute-long tape boasts all the abrasive fun you could ask for, including the riff from BLACK SABBATH’s “War Pigs” and a quick refrain of the chorus of “We’re a Happy Family” by the RAMONES. Check this one out; start with “R’N’R Dickhead.”

Ismatic Guru Crocbrain, or, Two Big Steps for Mankind cassette

Another wild release from the gutters of Buffalo, NY. ISAMATIC GURU sounds like Mark Mothersbaugh fronting early WEEN. At times, the music sounds like it could be theme music for an episode of Pee-wee’s Playhouse, and at other times, it sounds like a mad scientist drum machine experiment gone awry. There’s a feeling that it could all fall apart at any moment, but it never does; it’s tightly orchestrated with skronky guitars, drum machines that move like a cityscape, and bass lines that hold the fort and keep a cohesive thread throughout. Clocking in at just over five minutes, the songs themselves feel like short bursts of punk-fried krautrock, rather than fully fleshed-out tunes. It’s a fun listen and it sounds like they had fun making it. The vocals add to the chaos; they feel like they are part of an inside joke that you weren’t part of but now you’re in on it, too. I found myself repeating the line “Go a little easy on the salt next time” randomly for like a week straight. No frame of reference or context provided, but it wormed its way into my brain and that’s gotta mean something. Overall, it’s fun and dare I say funky, but funky in more of a “my bandmate hasn’t showered this whole tour” way than a “did you hear that dentist shred that eight-string bass solo” way. It won’t please everyone but I found it to be a breath of fresh funk in a season dominated by hardcore releases.

Julian Heresy Julian Heresy LP

One of those doom vehicles that teeters on the edge of stoner rock and the more metal-oriented grunge acts like ALICE IN CHAINS and SOUNDGARDEN. Those last two bands might not be the favorite flavors of your average MRR reader, but I am absolutely smitten by this album. Slow, low, and fuzzy, but a bit more nuanced than your typical doom venture as the vocalist swaps between brooding, melodic crooning and blood-soaked snarling. The same can be said about the actual music as well—sweeping, atmospheric desert jams melded with your classic BLACK SABBATH-esque riffs. Each song is its own epic adventure, and I got lost wandering around each one. This is a fantastic record, and you would be doing yourself a favor by spinning it a couple times. When it comes time to discuss great Midwestern music scenes, Madison is not talked about nearly enough. Spread the word!

Massacre System Massacre System cassette

MASSACRE SYSTEM out of Richmond, Virginia plays noisy, raw D-beat punk. Their self-titled cassette offers four tracks that blur, blend, and bleed with squelching lead-ins and outros. My personal favorite is “War Crime Technology.”  If you like things like ENZYME, HERESY, or YELLOWCAKE, then be sure to check out MASSACRE SYSTEM.