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Maximum Rocknroll wants to review everything that comes out in the world of underground punk rock, hardcore, garage, post-punk, thrash, etc. No major labels or labels exclusively distributed by major-owned distributors, no reviews of test pressings or promo CDs without final artwork. We reserve the right to reject releases on the basis of content. Music without vocals or drums will not be considered. All music submitted for review must have been released (or reissued) within the last two years. Please include contact information and let us know where your band is from!

Apoptosi Per Tutto Il Male Che Avete Fatto LP

APOPTOSI out of Bergamo, Italy plays hardcore punk in the Italian tradition, which means ample amounts of high-speed thrash ground into the mix. Their ten-song Per Tutto Il Male Che Avete Fatto full-length is packed with intricate instrumentation hidden just below a layer of seething lyrical delivery. Gritty and lean production keeps the whole album feeling very old school, as if this masterpiece could have come out between 1988 and 1992. If you like NEGAZIONE or RAW POWER, then you should absolutely give APOPTOSI a listen.

Brix! That’ll Do Ya! CD

Pleasantly rough around the edges, like the punk possum on the cover giving us the middle finger. On That’ll Do Ya!, BRIX! crank out seven quick shots of no-nonsense punk. These songs rarely hang around longer than they need to, and that’s the whole point. There’s also a loose, rehearsal space quality to the whole thing; energy over polish. Nothing fancy here, only direct blasts of punk to kick up some dust. A fun, quick rip for fans of raw, straightforward punk.

Bulldog Φύλλο Αγώνος EP

An EP from these Hellenic hardnuts, which I am reliably informed is aimed at football fans, and against modern football. I suspect, however, that largely due to the prominent image of a bunch of bloody rozzers on the charge on the cover, it’s more to do with football violence rather than, let’s say, the popularisation of inverted wingbacks or the roll-out of semi-automated goal line technology. That being said, regardless of what they are on about, this was a surprisingly fun bit of Oi! Some decent knockabout stuff that carries a tune without slipping into fancy dress nonsense

CP Westman Orkester Backpack Baby EP

Combining members from JERRY SPIDER GANG, BART AND THE BRATS, and other notable rock’n’roll outfits, CP WESTMAN ORKESTER serves up some rough and minimal Euro-punk for that ass. This is garage punk for all intents and purposes, but to these weathered ears, the songs sit squarely in the lineage of the VIBRATORS and UK SUBS. You get a black-and-white sleeve containing ’77-inspired style, released on a most-respected Italian label—a rather agreeable situation.

Dögmën All Men Must Die cassette

Belgium’s DÖGMËN cover quite a bit of ground on their second release, All Men Must Die. The band toggles from straightforward punk instrumentals to powerviolence blastbeats to LONG KNIFE/POISON IDEA-style hardcore to an acoustic intermission that leads back into a thrashy punk burst (and that’s only the first three tracks). There are a lot of ideas swirling around here, and DÖGEMËN are adept enough to make it all make sense, putting together a strong collection of songs that keep the listener on their toes. Additionally, as a dog person myself, I’m awarding some bonus points for the band’s name and this tape’s excellent artwork. Highly recommended.

Electric Prawns 2 Rock and Roll’s Greatest Hits cassette

Nineteen tracks make up this monster of a cassette. Having lived through the musical bloat of the ’90s, I am always a bit skeptical when a tracklist length could legally drive (or legally drink, given that ELECTRIC PRAWNS 2 are Australian, after all). With that personal hangup documented, this cassette does a nice job of keeping you off your guard and on your toes. The first two tracks are sub-minute intros? Strange! The first actual song comes in subtly enough, and then the dogs start barking on “Big Man” and you forget everything you’ve heard thus far; the PRAWNS have arrived. This is where you lock in, because this is where they lock in. Great synth lines, plenty of attitude, lots of fuzzy sounds, and the desire to stick around. Clearly, this is not meant to be a passive listen. ELECTRIC PRAWNS 2 demand your attention, for better or for worse. I do personally find them at their best when they crank the intensity and throw everything they’ve got right in your face. There is a ton of music here, and what’s perhaps the most interesting is that if you randomly choose a track, you’ll probably really dig what you hear. I’m not sure if sitting down from the first intro to the end is the goal here as this is intentionally ADHD music, but I will say whatever track you may hear, it’ll make a solid impression.

Flower Power Raw Power cassette

Imagine the nerve of calling your tape Raw Power! STOOGES aside, it’s not too far off the mark for this ultra-lo-fi Dublin DIY hardcore band that treads in unfrilled, massively pissed punk. These six brief tracks recall the shredded vocal violence of bands like NO KNOCK with the scabby instrumental weirdness of MYSTIC INANE. Real-time detuning guitars choke out surf rhythms against sprinting drum pounding. It sounds like shit, and it’s awesome.

Gylt In 1000 Agonies, I Exist EP

The title had me thinking this was going to be some black metal garbage, but this is a nasty lil’ record and nothing I say should convince you otherwise. If you like your hardcore metallic and crusty, this is for you. If you like your riffs nasty and your vocals disgusting, this one’s for you! There’s no filler here; every riff, drum fill, and scream is delivered with intention. They never rest on a riff too long before rocketing full-blast into the next one. “Intimidated” moves between two or three tempos in just over 60 seconds, and does it without giving you time to catch a breath. It ends with gut-wrenching vocals going head-to-head with a ripping guitar solo before you’re thrown headfirst into “Pentiment,” with the opening vocal line I hate youuuuu sounding like it’s delivered from the bowels of hell. The vocals really make this one for me. It’s one thing to have a ripping band, but to have a vocalist match the energy and pedigree displayed by the band is something else. The vocals hold their own among the brutality of the music; visceral and guttural but delivered with clarity and authenticity. I hear a lot of bands trying to pull this kind of thing off while failing miserably, but that’s not the case here. Good shit.

Hook / Korupuhe split EP

Here we have two bands from Finland churning out two different styles of punk, and each of them nails their target dead fucking center. HOOK’s songs are chock-full of simple, catchy guitar solos and fast-to-slow parts, and they fit the usual pop punk themes, from breakups and downtrodden boys being bummed out about unrequited love to a catchy song about the devastation of war in the streets. This is one hundred percent the stuff I was loving in my twenties. KORUPUHE blasts in with two hardcore numbers that are annihilating and relentless. They check all the boxes of great hardcore with multiple singers, group choruses, stop-on-a-dime musicianship, and a perfect breakdown in the middle of the song. I am gonna take a break from this and go find out what other stuff these bands have available. If you like either pop punk or hardcore (or both), then this is the split EP for you.

I.D.K. Nark5 CD

For a pop punk act, these guys have shockingly long songs. This slab teeters on the edge of prog-punk. Your typical Fat Wreck-esque affair, sounding like a mixture of NOFX and PROPAGANDHI. I.D.K also has that RAMONES-core edge, and would be at home with bands like DIGGER and EGGHEAD. The last track is seasoned with a bit of BLACK SABBATH and JUDAS PRIEST, and gives us a nice break in the action. Production sounds great. Songs are fun, melodies are catchy, and the riffs are heavy. Nothing groundbreaking, but if you like your punk sweetened, then you’ll dig this.

Kimbo Slice Kimbo Slice cassette

Kimbo Slice was an early viral internet street fighting legend turned UFC fighter who took the title of most vicious fighter alive, at least for a while. KIMBO SLICE, the band (or should I say sole member GoodyxJames), in the great tradition of naming powerviolence bands after famous badasses, made this oddball ten-minute powerviolence epic. This is true powerviolence in the vein of originators MAN IS THE BASTARD, as it relies heavily on bass, strange musical shifts, and is littered with samples of Kimbo Slice. Visceral, street fight bravado!

Lakra Lakra 12″

LARKA is from the current generation of young punks stoking the fires of the underground in Mallorca. It’s angry and fast and delivered by kids who see no hope in a world that’s getting harder to live in by the day. It’s raw hardcore punk that’s delivered with intent. There’s much more of a Finnish punk sound than I expected, but with more modern production without overdoing it. Kinda sick! If you’re into bands like KAOSS or APPENDIX, you’ll dig this.

Nohz Slumber Between Rotten Walls 12″

Sinister black metal punk from France, guaranteed to instill a strong sense of dread. NOHZ ’s sound has two elements that stood out to me right away: a distinctly gnarly guitar tone and the heavily echoed vocal effect. The end result is a heavy blend of styles, not unlike Atlanta’s NURSE or Philly’s ZORN. But while ZORN leans into soaring guitar theatrics, NOHZ omits anything approaching levity, creating an unsettling and dreary sound perfect for late-night strolls through the cemetery. I love it.

Orange Whip Horse Phase EP

This Boston four-piece reminds me of a specific band that I can’t quite put my finger on—definitely something from the second half of the 2010s. Maybe PATSY or RED RED KROVVY? But not quite. You could similarly describe ORANGE WHIP’s brand of punk as “trebly” or “garage-y,” but they’re not nearly as frenetic or stylish as either of those acts. Maybe the trouble I’m having stems from the fact that these folks play things pretty straight, never really sounding like anybody because they kinda sound like everybody. Which isn’t necessarily a criticism! I actually think the four songs on this record are pretty solid, and I’m pretty sure whatever act they remind me of is something I dig. So, yeah, give this a listen if you’re a fan of whatever band I’m thinking of that isn’t PATSY or RED RED KROVVY but kind of reminds me of them, or just give it a listen to help me figure out who the hell I’m thinking of. Really handsome packaging, btw!

Pöls A Nuestrxs Amigxs LP

Dang, duder! Wowzers. Driving, powerful sing-along verses and choruses bring this PÖLS LP fully to life. Clara’s vocals are similar to DISCOUNT and the LIPPIES while bringing in her own tone and melody. Her lyrics range from purely exposed and personal to broader themes (the neighborhood disappearing to chain stores, war-torn streets, refugee displacement, the positive and profound impact of friends and community). One thing that puts this a cut above is the occasionally graveled vocals of bassist Alex, punching in to level-up the earnest message PÖLS are bringing on A Nuestrxs Amigxs. This record is not a typical melodic pop punk placeholder that sits in the stratosphere waiting for you to listen to it. This record will find its way to you, move you, and make you feel something. I totally lucked out in getting this to review. My wholehearted thanks to the assignment desk for this one.

Propad Vsak Dan EP

There is a strong foundation of ’00s thrashy hardcore here (stuff like TEAR IT UP, or underrated favorites of mine BOILING OVER), with hearty servings of INFEST-style powerviolence to kick things up. My favorite element of this release is the band’s ability to insert and hold breakdowns and buildups. It’s not entirely novel; there is a lot of PV/grind out there that dips into sludge for the sake of variety, but here it is grafted onto the songs to build and release momentum in an awesome way that made me think about picking up my chair and throwing it out the window (in a good way). It’s not some slow songs, it’s moments that have groove and power and I fucking love that. This one got many repeat listens as I familiarized myself with the songs and looked forward to the really dynamic parts, and that’s about as good a response as this kind of record can produce.

Rearranged Face Rear Ranged Face EP

Any time a synthed-up punk band can remind me of either side of the 1979 gem “Trust in Technology” by ADAPTORS is a great time. REARRANGED FACE manages to recall both on their first offering for their hometown label, Los Angeles’s always fantastic Under The Gun Records. Their previous releases on Tomothy perhaps had a touch more post-punk to them, which makes these new freakouts perfect for Under The Gun. The egg-punk moniker would feel lazy here, as the sounds on this EP reach beyond that umbrella term. Oftentimes, anything labeled “egg” feels almost intentionally ephemeral, whereas REARRANGED FACE is crafting sounds that may harken ears back to the late ’70s but feel like they could be referenced in fifty years the other direction.

Sacrosanta Decadencia Occidental Danzas No Solpor Do Mundo LP

Hailing from the oppressed northwest of Spain, SACROSANTA DECADENCIA OCCIDENTAL channels their rage with society into epic, blackened stenchcore. If you like things like NUX VOMICA or AGE OF COLLAPSE, then prepare to get on board with Danzas No Solpor Do Mundo. This sixteen-song album is absolutely brutal in its delivery of punk fury, with Edu’s metallic riffs whipping by at double and triple speed and María’s vocals coming from deep within and shredding vocal cords upon delivery. BOLT THROWER rhythms get chopped and sped up, creating a battle metal vibe that highlights the lyrics about death, war, and the violence of life. Dispersed throughout the album are moments of ambient or classical instrumentation backing spoken word or melodic singing, with the closer “Tebras” offering a beautifully crafted return to nature.

Sinister Purpose Sinister Purpose cassette

Finland’s SINISTER PURPOSE released a self-titled cassette with seven tracks of blues-inflected ’70s heavy rock with fuzzed-out guitars and a whiff of LED ZEPPELIN in the riffs. This sounds like the band that someone’s older brother was always rehearsing with in the basement, and here’s the thing—they weren’t terrible. The guitar solos have a loose, unhurried charm, even if the muddy recording doesn’t do them any favors. The singer is making the best of what they’ve got, which is respectable, but there’s a lot of room for improvement. If they asked me for advice, I’d say lean harder into the sound you’re chasing, turn everything up to eleven, and call a friend who can handle the vox. For now, they’re probably a $3 cover charge and a pitcher of cheap beer away from winning over a bar crowd. There are worse places to start.

Technopolice Chien De La Casse LP

Ah yes, more egg-punk. This would have sounded fresh five years ago, but by this point, it’s just paint-by-numbers. Your typical synth-heavy, twangy, chorus-laden guitar affair. Don’t get me wrong, there’s some decent songwriting and arrangements here. If you’re devoted to the genre, then you’ll love this. I must not be as devoted as I previously thought.

Tee Vee Repairmann Only a Memory / Bad News 7″

Looks like another two-piece from Australia (who remembers the GOOCH PALMS?). This is bare-bones garage punk/pop. Two songs, five minutes. Fuck it, the kids are demanding more. We want more! It’s basic, but it’s catchy as hell. More than that, it’s compelling. This will have you engrossed, bopping your head and tapping your toes. It’s that good.

Watermelon No Laughing / No Crying LP

Chicago three-piece WATERMELON traffics in RAMONES-brained, wall-of-guitar pop punk, and the bones are solid enough. The instruments hit the way they should on this release that was recorded and mixed by Erik Nervous (the SPITS), and I liked most of the songs until the singing kicked in. But the vocals sit deep in the reverb and low enough in the mix that whatever personality they could bring gets swallowed whole, and the songs end up blurring together. They’d probably be worth catching live if they’re opening for someone you’re already seeing, but No Laughing / No Crying is more shrug than fist-pump.

Youth Avoiders Defiance LP

We are fucking blessed to get a new album from this top-tier French band in 2026 when we so badly need it. The band has carved a lane all its own on their prior records, and they have never been more comfortable in their own skin than on this album. One of my favorite things about the band has been their guitar sound; they refuse to lean on distortion to give their compositions weight, relying more on carefully putting together melodic hardcore tunes where urgency and release create all the heft you could possibly need. This record reminds me of the golden era of Deranged Records and sounds as if the WIPERS and STRIKE ANYWHERE had one weird-ass baby that FUCKED UP raised. This might be my favorite of their LPs and it sounds absolutely fucking essential in 2026.

V/A Metro Subterranean 2 LP

Dark Entries’ Metro Subterranean 2 brings together four widely different acts: DONZII, KLYPI, ICBM, and PERIOD BOMB, none of whom I’m really familiar with. First act DONZII’s funky and modern post-punk sound really captivated me and got me dancing around the house. But to me, as a casual listener of electropop, KLYPI’s part felt a bit outdated, and out of place with the rest of the LP—and MRR’s scope. The next act, ICBM, was incredibly fun with their fluid, weirdo experimental punk sound, and I’ll definitely return for more. The closing act of the LP, PERIOD BOMB, is the only band I had prior knowledge of, and after hearing more of them on this album, their minimalistic yet chaotic no wave sound really clicked with me. Overall, Metro Subterranean 2 is a really enjoyable experience for the most part, apart from some moments that weren’t exactly my cup of tea.

All Beat Up Mercy Thirst LP

ALL BEAT UP’s Mercy Thirst is what happens when breakdown-driven hardcore stops posturing and actually commits to the bit: ugly, claustrophobic violence with zero interest in crossover palatability. The guitars sound like they’re being dragged through rusted sheet metal, while the rhythm section locks into a stomping, almost punitive cadence that feels more like crowd control than groove. Vocals are spat in short, venomous bursts, rejecting anything resembling melody in favor of pure bile. There’s a distinctly modern blunt-force production job here, but it never slips into the plasticky sterility that plagues so much moshcore revivalism. Instead, Mercy Thirst lands as an exercise in sustained hostility—music for dead-eyed pile-ons and rooms with no exits.

Mercy Thirst de ALL BEAT UP es lo que pasa cuando el hardcore centrado en breakdowns deja de posar y realmente se compromete con la violencia: feo, claustrofóbico y sin ningún interés en la palatabilidad crossover. Las guitarras suenan como si las arrastraran contra chapa oxidada mientras la base rítmica se traba en un pulso aplastante que se siente más como control de disturbios que como groove. Las voces son escupidas en ráfagas cortas y venenosas, rechazando cualquier cosa que se parezca a melodía en favor de pura bilis. Hay una producción moderna y contundente, pero nunca cae en la esterilidad plástica que afecta tanto revival moshcore. Mercy Thirst funciona como un ejercicio de hostilidad sostenida.

Bikini Mutants Let’s Mutate LP

Rescued from the depths early ’80s UK DIY cassette obscurity, Let’s Mutate collects twelve tracks from two demos recorded in 1982 by Yeovil’s short-lived BIKINI MUTANTS, who planted stakes right at the junction of anarcho-punk and indie pop. While their associations with some of the heaviest hitters in both of those worlds might be used as the marketing hook here (they played often with the MOB, and bassist Deb Googe would later join MY BLOODY VALENTINE), it’s almost a disservice to the strength of the songs that they left behind. The stark anarcho influence sticks like wheatpaste to the roiling, tom-heavy beats and endlessly cycling bass line in “Arcadia,” with the splintered guitar and sharp but still slightly shambolic rhythms of “Prey” and “Paper Plane” taking an early MEKONS/EX-like turn, and the dub-singed slowburners “Fool’s Paradise” and “Question” echoing the A-side of that classic FATAL MICROBES single. Criss Cole’s airy, crystalline vocals float through it all, pure sweetness and light but cloaked in shadows—think GIRLS AT OUR BEST! or TWELVE CUBIC FEET, wrapped in a Crass Records foldout. If I believed in heaven, I’d be there right now.

Bobo Bootleg cassette

I can admit when I’m wrong, because I fully judged Denton’s BOBO by their name and tape cover. I was steadying myself for something goofy, a tape made up of laugh tracks and bicycle horns, and I was way off. I am just not into clowns or facepaint or anything tagged “clowncore,” with BIG CLOWN being the one exception. BOBO gets a pass as well, because this tape fucking rules. Vocalist Polly has some serious pipes, recalling Tina Halladay of SHEER MAG and the angriest side of Corin Tucker’s vocals in HEAVENS TO BETSY. There are fast punk moments (especially on scorchers like “Diet Pepsi” and “The Bulrushes”), but much of the melodic bass lines and guitar interplay pulls from heavy ’70s riff rock and post-hardcore. Imagine THIN LIZZY putting out a record on Dischord; detuned and flanged guitar lines and jazz-funk bass patterns click into stuttering syncopated beats then chop out head-nodding riffs. This was such a nice surprise that I checked out the “clowncore” tag to see if maybe I was wrong about the genre (reflection is important). Nope, that shit is still completely stupid. Only BIG CLOWN and BOBO. Everyone else, please stop.

Cigarette Camp Slowpoke EP

Two songs in, this EP had me thinking of one of the unsung heroes of early 2010s melodic hardcore/pop punk hybrids: UNFUN. Bands like them and CANADIAN RIFLE hit that sweet spot between those two labels, gruffing up one side and melodically infusing the other. If that sounds like a modern LEATHERFACE description, you’re not far off. CIGARETTE CAMP may feel less worn or mature, but they deliver on the things Frankie Stubbs always does: personal-feeling vocals/lyrics, guitars for days, and anthemic moments that hit like a bucket of water if you happen to be on fire. What I’m going the long way around to say is that this is so, so, so very satisfying. Punk with head and heart put into it is what we will always need, and it is delivered here in spades.

Disposable Dogs Disposable Dogs LP

Always a big swing if you are including references to COCK SPARRER and the CRACK in the LP blurb, and this transatlantic outfit may not reach these dizzying heights, but the comparison to VANILLA MUFFINS probably stands up to most scrutiny. Midtempo toe-tappers with vocals which invoke EVIL CONDUCT, too. One thing I would say is that it could do with a bit less of the sheen and a bit more spit’n’sawdust, but it’s a lot better than I expected, and I will look out for future releases for sure.

Disthroat / Necropolítica La Doble Moral de la Estupidez Humana split LP

With a name like DISTHROAT, you shouldn’t be too surprised to learn that this band from Zaragoza believes in the time-honoured tradition of direct, grinding crustcore. DISTHROAT apparently has Avellano on vocals (among other old-timers, I suspect), a punk known for his subtle performances in such acts as MOBCHARGE and PROYECTO TERROR whom I personally rate highly. Their side of the LP is enjoyable and in fact rather similar to the latter of the aforementioned bands: fast Eurocrust with some blasting moments and dual (male and female) vocals). Lovers of EXTREME NOISE TERROR-style crust will know. A classic ’90s recipe that I always enjoy, although I think the recording would have benefited from a rawer, crunchier production. The songwriting is fine for the genre, but the sound lacks that brutality factor a bit. I also think that the combination of gruff, bearlike and half-spoken, half-shouted vocals doesn’t always work together. My old school crusty heart still likes this. Honest punk for honest punks. On the other side is NECROPOLITICA from Burgos, Spain, a band that has been going since the late 2010s and has members of SINERGIA and ULTIMO GOBIERNO, among others. The band also plays for the crust team, but their take is more articulate and not as straightforward as DISTHROAT’s cavernous style. NECROPOLITICA reminds me of ’90s and ’00s Scandicrust acts like COP ON FIRE, STATE OF FEAR, or BOMBRAID, and the result is fairly solid. You can tell that there are some experienced fellas involved who know how to achieve that kind of sound, and there are some genuinely good riffs here. Again, the production is lacking a bit in terms of impact and heaviness, but there is a primitive, dark vibe to the music that I like. I have to admit I had never really paid attention to these Spanish crust survivors, and this is a good record that highlights both bands’ qualities. Definitely the kind of album I would get.

G-3 Punx Make a Fool Of… EP

Three cool, snotty punk tracks out of Japan from members of a previous noise project called DUST NOISE that was apparently pretty dang unapproachable, so this is clearly a different lane. The A-side feels like the SEX PISTOLS added some sleazy rock licks, which ends up being a pretty fun combination. The B-side brings more of a ’77 punk energy with the call-and-response of “Virtual Reality” and a catchy bass line, while the closing track “Hungrrry Life” brings a bit of a DEAD KENNEDYS vocal styling to the already established formula of the proceeding tracks. A well-worn path, but you won’t catch me complaining.

Gare Du Nord Appels de Phares EP

Absolutely delightful Oi! that takes cues from the earliest wave of ’80s French bands who arguably produced the genre’s best output. GARE DU NORD utilizes many of the hallmarks you’d come to expect from the style: gruff gang vocals, stomping rhythms, and crunchy guitars with warbly reverb effect. What sets them apart though is their exceptional songwriting; each of these four tracks are so catchy and well-put-together that you could give any of them A-side status. “Vrille” in particular sounds like a classic you’ve been listening to since your teenage years. If  you’re a fan of the oldies but goodies like KOMINTERN SECT and your gold-standard of modern Oi! is RIXE, this is essential.

Huggy Bear Basic Strategies for Going Out 10″

With their self-described ethics of “left-field feminism, queer politics, and situationism,” HUGGY BEAR pushed the limits of the British music scene during their brief existence from ’91–’94. Based out of Brighton/London, they were friends and co-conspirators with BIKINI KILL—touring the US with them, releasing a split album together on Kill Rock Stars, and essentially bringing the riot grrrl scene to the UK—but they were their own entity, circulating in their own orbit with a uniquely oppositional sound and style. While the historical influence of the SLITS and RAINCOATS is here, their sound was unregretfully and intentionally scabrous, while maintaining a playful and experimental style that defined their resistance against the British indie scene that was curated by the mainstream, male-dominated media. In addition to the BIKINI KILL split and a handful of 7” singles, HUGGY BEAR only released one full-length album and doesn’t have a streaming presence in these digital days, which appropriately fits with their historical avoidance of mainstream avenues. Fortunately, due to John Peel being able to bypass BBC regulations by recording his own versions of a band’s material, HUGGY BEAR’s two Peel Sessions from 1992 and 1993 are now streaming and available on vinyl with two previously unreleased songs. These eight tracks, remastered by Fred Thomas of SATURDAY LOOKS GOOD TO ME, give an insight to the energy and ethos of the band. The opener “Nu Song” oscillates between angular guitar riffs and spoken/screaming vocals, which sets the tempo for Side A of the album. The third track is the song “Her Jazz,” which they performed for their infamously controversial appearance on the British television program The Word. The B-side, recorded a year later in 1993, has its own unique sound, with sonic nods to the Olympia scene and the halcyon days of K Records. These recordings are both an excellent introduction to and an essential preservation of this unneglectable band.

Ill Jill My Body is Mine to Decide EP

Power-chord-driven queercore from Sweden with noodly bass lines and shrieking, banshee-like vocals—I wrote that last part down in my notes before I realized they have a song called “Banshee Cry” (ILL JILL is very self-aware). High-energy, oozing with the classic punk attitude. Their track “Puke” is easily the standout song on the EP and sounds a bit like a modern-age DEAD MILKMEN. The rest of the slab is a little more serious and sounds more goth punk. Quality songwriting in general; lovely vocal harmonies and great song structures with dynamic peaks and valleys that really lend themselves to the theatrical styling of the vocalist. Well worth a couple spins.

The Knight Shades Why (Baby Why!) / Make You Mine 7″

Only two songs? Bummer! This is, without a doubt, the best garage rock/punk I’ve heard this year. It’s got loads of energy and swagger, and somehow manages to breathe some life into a genre that often feels tired and repetitive. It’s polished and raw at the same time, and I love the JAMES BROWN-esque yelps delivered several times a song. I bet these songs would rip live, and I imagine it would be the kind of show where you’re soaked in beer and exhausted from dancing your lil’ ass off. Gimme more.

Los Inquietos Me Caes Bien Mal EP

On LOS INQUIETOS’ debut EP, these Costa Rican party animals bash their way through a trio of strong and simple rippers with classic 1960s garage style. You can find these leather-clad delinquents raising hell in a shadowy San Jose alleyway, but for a sufficient splash of their “loco ritmo,” it’s probably much easier to just cop this 7”.

Mercy Mercy Collector / Secrets 7″

Florida has produced some of the oddest bands in the history of odd bands. This isn’t one of them. This is just straight-up, mid-tempo, catchy punk rock. And I really shouldn’t say “just,” because this is pretty outstanding. Super fucking catchy. It’s got a bit of a garage-y street feel to it, with vocals that are both engaging and snotty.

Namatay Sa Ingay Terorista 10″

Terorista by NAMATAY SA INGAY is pure sensory overload—an explosive fusion of hardcore punk velocity and noise-laced chaos that refuses containment. The drumming is relentless, pushing everything to the brink, while the guitars dissolve into sheets of distortion that feel more like environmental collapse than structured sound. There’s a violent urgency to the delivery that makes each track hit like an immediate threat rather than a composed piece. Vocals are shredded and confrontational, barely tethered to the instrumentation. It’s messy, volatile, and completely uncompromising. Terorista doesn’t aim for control; it thrives in total breakdown.

Terorista de NAMATAY SA INGAY es sobrecarga sensorial total: una fusión explosiva de velocidad hardcore punk y caos ruidista que se niega a ser contenida. La batería es imparable, empujando todo al límite, mientras las guitarras se disuelven en capas de distorsión que suenan a colapso ambiental. Hay una urgencia violenta que hace que cada tema golpee como una amenaza inmediata. Las voces están desgarradas y confrontativas, apenas atadas a la base. Es caótico, volátil y sin concesiones. Vive en el derrumbe.

Persecutor Lateral Violence EP

Australian metallic powerviolence unit PERSECUTOR doesn’t ease into Lateral Violence. Five tracks with no breathing room, just a direct barrage of aggression. They follow a more modern approach to their craft, emphasizing the fat, buzzsaw guitar tone more along the lines of a band like NAILS, which I wouldn’t necessarily call “powerviolence,” but they certainly have one foot in the dynamics used in that genre. The tracks clock in a bit longer than your average powerviolence song (most around the one-minute mark), so there is room for the twists and turns that this style brings. Every song is over before you can get comfortable, leaving nothing but a bad ringing in your ears. The last song, “Solitary Confinement,” breaks all the rules and goes for almost five minutes of bone-crushing doom and gloom akin to the longer songs of the SECRET or TRAP THEM. The title says it all, aggression turned inward and outward at the same time, a critique wrapped in a beatdown. Short. Hostile. Necessary.

Ravi Shavi Erase America LP

Frontman Rafay Rashid presents his confessional and confrontational lyrics on Erase America, the fifth LP from the Providence-based band RAVI SHAVI. There’s elements of psychedelic, noise, groove, garage, industrial (particularly in the drums), and indie, examining political and personal themes throughout with songs like “Erase America,” “Nuclear Summer,” and “New Brown Neighbors.” This may be a little psych and groove-y for my taste, but I think the poignancy within Erase America keeps me hanging on every lyric, feeling malaise on the more dissonant tracks, anger on the anxious ones, and makes me wonder what, if anything, can get us past this political instability.

Soplón Soplón 10″

SOPLÓN’s self-titled 10” is a claustrophobic and grim breed of powerviolence that slightly leans towards sludge with its groovy moments. I mean, two-thirds of the band play super-distorted basses, so it shouldn’t surprise anyone. If you were wondering, yes, the remaining third (drums) is also pretty distorted. And the vocals? You guessed it, distorted. It shows that they mean business. All in all, I think it was pretty enjoyable.

Tardive Dyskinesia Never Trust a Dream cassette

Raw, noisy, and chaotic, Fresno’s TARDIVE DYSKINESIA delivers six tracks of feverish punk perfection on Never Trust a Dream. Pulling inspiration from bands like CHAOS UK, DISORDER, and GAI (all of whom they covered last year on a previous tape), the vocals are harsh, the bass rumbles right up front in the mix, the guitar hits a phaser effect here and there, and the drums bash away keeping everything on track. If you’re into what Unlawful Assembly and General Speech have going on, this tape is for you.

Urgent Kill It’s OK to Be Kind LP

Straightedge youth crew hardcore for the true believers. This is Tony from Positive and Focused Records’ band, a dedicated scene vet from Holland, and from what I understand, this band is him and a couple teenagers mining the tried and tested ore of youth crew HC. This mines more of the youth crew revival sound than the first wave—I hear some FASTBREAK, maybe some UP FRONT, but it’s done well enough. Lyrically on the right side of things, dealing with Tony’s recent bout with cancer, religion being exclusive and dangerous, the importance of non-racist mentalities, etc. As per tradition, it is unapologetically positive, to the point of almost being saccharine, so your mileage may vary there. I am in the tank for this stuff, so I can recommend it if you need some newer bands doing the style. My only nitpicks would probably be that the guitar tone isn’t sharp enough for my liking and the vocals could be mixed in a wee bit better, but it’s a cool enough genre exercise for those who already partake in music for sneaker and haircut high-top appreciation.

Welt Star Doppel LP

Second release from WELT STAR. Neither their Bandcamp page nor Under the Gun’s site have any description of the group whatsoever, but a previous MRR review of their 2022 Ich Hasse Blumen cassette describes them as “an international collaboration featuring the brains behind DIODE, BOBBY WOULD, and VAGUENESS,” so at least there’s that. Sung in German, I hear a monotone vocal that hangs heavy over an otherwise fun and jumpy soundscape of drums, synths, and melodic guitar riffs. Rhythms are often syncopated and mechanical-sounding, like an engine roaring with a rough idle. Something vaguely post-punk, with a modern German influence and the zaniness like you might find on Berlin’s Phantom label. The first eight tracks are new recordings, while the last seven comprise Ich Hasse Blumen in its entirety, giving us a full dose of the WELT STAR experience on one vinyl release. This one has my vote—awesome record.

Abriss Kill Your Idyll 12″

The first word that comes to mind here is “tough,” and Germany’s ABRISS does absolutely nothing to make me think otherwise. Short, honest, and brutal hardcore manifestations that remind me of touring Germany more than two decades ago, when the fastcore explosion was giving way (albeit stubbornly) to heavier and more Scandi-influenced sounds…but they were still playing fast as fukk, and they still knew how important a good breakdown was. Fifteen tracks on this one-sided slab, most barely kiss the one-minute mark, and you don’t even have to flip it over to do it all over. Think STACK and TEAR IT UP collaborating and you’ll be in the ballpark. Me? I think I’ll listen again.

B.O.R.N. B.O.R.N. 12″

Birmingham, Alabama crasher punks B.O.R.N. just released a fresh slab of distortion-laden, crust-driven noise that is fucking brilliant. Piling on at the nexus of harsh noise and punk, this 12″ is eight tracks that will have you slamming  and two-stepping your way through this shit life in no time.

Brux Sota La Influència 10″

Five tracks from Barcelona’s BRUX, paying homage to the songs and bands that influenced them the most. It’s heavy on the Oi! and post-punk, and honestly, it took me a bit to realize these were covers, as each song would fit nicely into their existing catalog. As I was listening, I started thinking about how music exists without borders and how fucking cool that is. Where would we be today without the influence of first-wave British Oi! and punk? I think it’s cool that a band spent time and money paying tribute to their influences, while putting their own spin on the songs, too. Most of the songs have lyrics converted to their native tongue (Catalan), which is super sick. I’d recommend picking it up, but as of the time of this writing, it’s sold out!

Clown Sounds / Softjaw Volume 2 split 7″

What a fantastic little throwback record this is. One song on each side, one flavor of sweet power pop on each side. The A-side belongs to SOFTJAW, who channel early power pop and some ’60s vibes (in the good BEACH BOYS way, not the bad hippie-dippy kind of way) on the undeniable earworm “Don’t Go Walking Out.” The key here is the layering of the vocal harmonies on one end and the different guitar sounds on the other. A little jangle here, a little reverb there, some clean sounds…it all comes together almost mathematically on the song. Like the ARCHIES, but with the craft on it taken up to eleven. Sadly, one of the members of the band passed away after this recording, but per a note with the record, some of his remaining recordings will be coming out in 2026 under the name UNCLE GRIMM on the same label. If it is anything like this, I will 100% be snagging that record. The B-side belongs to CLOWN SOUNDS and sounds like a lost PAUL WESTERBERG tune circa the Eventually album. Of course, that means there’s a small dose of ELVIS COSTELLO to this, but man, is it well-executed. I know those two reference points stand tall and may generate expectations, but this 7″ blew me the fuck away—I was not familiar with either act and I consider myself a fan of both now.

Cracked Actor Nazi School LP

If you’ve encountered CRACKED ACTOR before, it is most likely from their appearance on the fifth installment of Killed By Death, where the title track of this LP appeared in all its revved-up, trashy glory. Sourced from a 1981 EP of the same name, “Nazi School” emerged from the same degenerate ectoplasm as fellow East Coast goons the DICTATORS and NERVOUS EATERS. Sleaze-forward raunch’n’roll, with killer tone loaded with swagger. Naturally, the big question to be answered is how the rest of the material stacks up. For me, it’s a bit of a mixed bag. There are some unsurprising throwaways—the cover of “Judy in Disguise,” the five-minute-plus “All Day Sucker”—and a gross-out, ultra-cringe track called “Jailbait Judy,” scraping at the very bottom of the barrel. But the best of the rest packs a mean hook. “Epileptic Fit” could easily make the KBD cut, and “Slow Down” sounds like it was snipped from a DMZ rehearsal tape. Twelve cuts in total, mostly good, just keep the barf bag handy.

Dry Socket / VIOLENCIA split EP

This DRY SOCKET/VIOLENCIA split plays like a transnational stress fracture: two approaches to contemporary hardcore that converge on total abrasion. DRY SOCKET leans into a frantic, blown-out attack built on D-beat propulsion and breakdowns that hit like a missed step in the dark. There’s a tangible desperation in the vocal delivery that cuts through the distortion fog. VIOLENCIA answers with a more stomping, metallic strain, weaponizing mid-tempo churn and gang-shouted contempt into something that feels less like songs and more like blunt instruments. Neither side wastes time with ornamentation; both operate under a strict economy of rage. The result is a split that doesn’t complement so much as escalate, with each band pushing the other deeper into the red.

Este split de DRY SOCKET/VIOLENCIA suena como una fractura transnacional: dos enfoques del hardcore contemporáneo que convergen en la abrasión total. DRY SOCKET se apoyan en un ataque frenético y saturado construido sobre d-beat y breakdowns que golpean como un paso en falso en la oscuridad. Hay una desesperación tangible en la voz que atraviesa la niebla de distorsión. VIOLENCIA responden con una cepa más stompy y metálica, usando el machaque de medio tiempo y los coros gritados como armas que se sienten menos como canciones y más como instrumentos contundentes. Ninguna de las dos bandas pierde tiempo con ornamentos; ambas operan bajo una estricta economía de rabia.