Punk

New single: Electric Prawns 2 || City Streets

The soundtrack to leaving work early

Here’s the kind of record that makes Friday afternoon arrive a little sooner. City Streets by Australia’s Electric Prawns 2 is one of the most exciting singles to come out of the past week. It’s high-octane garage punk ‘n’ roll, powered by razor-sharp riffs, greasy guitar licks, and the kind of repetitive vocals that worm their way into your head before you know it.

The second track eases off the grease just a little, trading swagger for a more straight-ahead approach. It feels like someone unearthed a forgotten power pop gem and cranked it through a blown-out punk amplifier. Whether it’s an original or not hardly matters. It has the kind of chorus that moves into your head without paying rent.

PLAY LOUD!

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New EP: Spectators || Spectators

The soundtrack to shouting at the television

“Shattered! Shattered!” goes the hooky chorus of the stellar opening track on the debut EP from Lyon-via-Berlin quartet Spectators. The self-titled release is out now on Sorcerer, the DIY label whose head honcho also happens to play in the band.

More importantly, Spectators rule in gloriously throwback fashion. Their sound lives at the intersection of pub rock and street punk, where power pop hooks spill onto the sidewalk and classic rock riffs blast through open barroom doors. It’s familiar territory, sure, but Spectators play it with enough conviction and energy to make it feel fresh again.

While Shattered initially reeled me in, the four songs that follow sealed the deal. The band even wrote the timely anthem for spectators everywhere watching billion-dollar football spectacles, complaining about the super villain company organizing the thing, and somehow still tuning in for the next match. The next time I catch myself complaining about a match, I’ll think back to these lines:

“Spectator, what a deadly game we played today / Sat on our ass and nothing changed in any way.”

The Spectators EP is out now on tape.


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New album: Disco Lizards || Life Lessons

Bad habits and big riffs

To manage expectations, the question “Do you like rock ‘n’ roll?” is the first thing you’ll hear when you click the Play button. East London’s Disco Lizards return with Life Lessons, a loud and loose sophomore album that sounds bigger and bolder than the hooky indie rock they first unleashed on 2020’s Ride Ride Ride. Across eleven punchy tracks, the band fully steps into their own identity, pairing melodic garage-rock riffs and punk-infused basslines with confident, new wave-indebted vocals and the kind of self-evident energy built for sweaty club shows and sun-soaked festival afternoons.

Beneath the humor and laddish charm, Matt Stolworthy’s lyrics capture the absurdities of modern life. The struggle with burnout, digital overload, rising costs, social disconnection, and the endless pressure to keep moving forward, meet every frustration with wit, optimism, and a determination not to take things too seriously. Whether celebrating holidays, calling out toxic personalities, laughing at social-media obsession with “Double D’s advertising Sidney Sweeney jeans,” or embracing the reality of a dad bod, Disco Lizards make everyday chaos sound like a party.




Fun fact: the band name is taken from the lyrics of Arctic Monkeys’ Science Fiction: “I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek.”

Disco Lizards’ Life Lessons, produced, mixed, and mastered by Werkhouse (Ian Flynn), is out digitally and on vinyl LP (self-released).

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New EP: T.J. Cabot || Palm Springs

T.J. Cabot keeps it filthy and fantastic

In the universe of T.J. Cabot, words like trash, dirt, and grime aren’t insults. They’re guiding principles. Last seen around these parts with that excellent Real Rejects 10″, Cabot returns with Palm Springs, a new batch of songs recorded in the dusty basement practice space of The Phone Jerks. Dust, it turns out, belongs on the list as well.

These aren’t musty tunes, though. Recorded on the bare essentials of recording equipment, Palm Springs doesn’t exactly beg to be experienced through expensive audiophile headphones. Then again, if you’re the type of person obsessing over audio fidelity, there’s a decent chance these songs weren’t made for you in the first place.

This is music aimed squarely below the neck. Turn off your brain, turn up the volume, and let yourself get swept away by the raw excitement. Cabot’s garage punk remains gloriously dirty and trashy, but underneath all that grit are songs so catchy they practically demand repeat plays.

Sometimes that’s all you need.


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New album: Oddfellows || Oddfellows

Members of Marked Men, High Tension Wires, The Reds, and Mind Spiders breathe new life in Oddfellows, finally release debut album

Let’s go back to late 1994, when a short-lived band started making noise in Texas. At the time, nobody could have known that Chris Pullman, Mark Ryan, and Mike Throneberry would later go on to play in some of the most beloved garage punk and power pop bands of the next three decades. Back then, they were simply Oddfellows.

The original band barely lasted long enough to leave behind a single 7″, but its members would later form or join bands such as Marked Men, High Tension Wires, The Reds, and Mind Spiders. Three decades later, the trio reunited, recruited Peter Salisbury (Mind Spiders) on guitar, and finally recorded a full-length album.

At just under 30 minutes, Oddfellows delivers 13 new songs plus a fresh take on The Reds’ I Hate Rules (which absolutely belongs on any classic punk playlist). Released through Dirtnap and Wild Honey, the record feels perfectly at home on both labels. The band’s dirt-pop DNA is immediately recognizable, and the album sounds pretty much exactly how you’d hope a record involving these musicians would sound.

You can hear traces of early Marked Men and Mind Spiders throughout, but I also love how songs like Time and I Burned Your Lawn drift into Nerves-style power pop territory. Oddfellows understand that simplicity can be a superpower. Give these guys two minutes and they’ll throw a garage-pop gem your way built from a handful of chords, a memorable hook, and just enough repetition to lodge itself permanently in your brain.

Not everything races by at full speed, though. Songs like Draw The Line, Yeah Yeah Yeah, and Think Twice reveal a more relaxed, patient side of the band. Which makes sense. After all, there are 31 years between the debut single and the debut album. Turns out some things really are worth the wait.



Add to wanlist: Bandcamp || Wild Honey || Dirtnap

New album: Cherry Cheeks || D.O. & The Bytes

“When you think you have a choice… you’re just a dataset. When you think you have a voice… you’re just a dataset,” Kyle Harms sings early on the brand new (third) Cherry Cheeks LP. Later on, he kicks off the insanely catchy Cruel Bore by stating “I love my A.I. girlfriend.” If there was any doubt of where Kyle Harms’ mind is right now, D.O. & The Bytes is very much a punk record for 2026.

The album tackles life in an increasingly digital world, and it doesn’t shy away from sounding digital either. Synths play a prominent role throughout, while the songs balance genuine frustration with the playful weirdness of the mutant punk scene. At the same time, there is a filthy thowback sound to this with many of the riffs trace their DNA back to late-’70s punk. The poppy one-two punch of Cruel Bore and D.O. Gets Hitched even carries a strong Dickies vibe. Cherry Cheeks feels like one of those rare projects that could unite punk kids from multiple generations.

The label describes the album as “a rock opera by way of a Saturday morning cartoon,” and that’s not far off. The sequencing hints at a larger narrative that gradually reveals itself with repeated listens. Opener D.O. Theme could easily soundtrack a quirky Cartoon Network show, but the arc underneath is far less innocent. D.O, The digital protagonist finds itself pursued by forces seeking to erase its memories, while themes of surveillance, algorithmic control, digital isolation, identity, and the commodification of our online lives lurk beneath the surface.

Still, you don’t need to follow the plot to enjoy this thing. The songs are ridiculously catchy. Seriously, catch-freakin’-y. Harms, handling virtually everything himself, has outdone himself here. And when closer Bytes Ballad arrives, all those ones and zeros reveal a surprisingly human heart.

D.O. & The Bytes is out today on Total Punk Records.



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New album: La Famiglia || Alphabet Mafia

Beth Seymour goes for a Big Beth Beatdown

There is no stopping Beth Seymour. In recent years alone she has released an alt-rocking autobiographical duology with The Lizzies and one of the finest Ramonescore records of the decade so far with Hormones. Now comes another project, La Famiglia, and naturally it heads off in a different direction altogether.

Alphabet Mafia is rooted in melodic hardcore, with Dag Nasty, AFI, Madball, and G.L.O.S.S. serving as useful reference points. It is as fierce as it is melodic, with Seymour, who wrote, recorded, and produced the entire album herself, howling and screaming her way through songs that occasionally echo some of hardcore’s most beloved melodies, chord progressions and dynamics.

This is the first La Famiglia record since Seymour came out as transgender, and that experience sits at the heart of the album. These songs turn transition, alienation, and backlash into a defiant hardcore narrative about self-recognition, mutual defense, and refusing to shrink to fit someone else’s idea of punk or gender.

In a genre that prides itself on challenging norms, Alphabet Mafia feels like a reminder of what punk is supposed to be in the first place.



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New album: Gimic || New Traditions

Bristol's Gimic push hardcore into exciting territory on debut LP

When Drunken Sailor Records releases something new, you can safely assume it’s worth your time. And, in the case of Bristol quartet Gimic, probably your money as well.

Despite forming six years ago and already releasing a pair of excellent 7″s through Crew Cuts Records, New Traditions is only now their full-length debut. Based on these twelve songs, the band certainly hasn’t spent that time sitting around. The passion and urgency is palpable throughout.

While this is unmistakably a hardcore punk record, Gimic refuse to mosh by numbers. Instead, they push and pull at the genre from all angles. Every member leaves a distinct mark on the music. The singer attacks every line as if it actually matters, the guitar and bass frequently lock into intricate, almost mathy interplay, and the drumming is exceptional, navigating constant shifts in pace and intensity without ever losing momentum.

Most importantly, New Traditions never becomes predictable. It functions as a pressure valve for frustration and anxiety, but one built with genuine creativity and ambition. By the time the title track arrives midway through the album, Gimic reveal an emotional depth that occasionally brings Touché Amoré to mind.

A fierce and refreshing debut from a band determined to do things their own way.



Add to wantlist: Bandcamp || Drunken Sailor

New EP: Liquid Cross || Hateful

The revolution may not be televised, but it might sound like this

Let’s make a quick stop in Eugene, Oregon, for a band that isn’t interested in escaping political turmoil so much as staring it directly in the face. Liquid Cross have just released their rippin’ second EP, following a 2025 debut that earned the stamp of approval from Henry Rollins.

Featuring members of Ball Pythons, Cool Piss, End Time, Milked, and Geronimo!, Liquid Cross are not your average punk band. It makes perfect sense that names like Wipers and The Saints come up when discussing them. One minute they’re firing off a straight-line missile like This World, the next they’re stretching out on the five-minute The New One / Low Lesson, a two-part centerpiece that showcases just how much range and firepower this trio possesses.

There is a hard-rocking edge to Liquid Cross that occasionally reminds me of Australia’s Split System. The songs are urgent, angry, and politically charged without ever feeling predictable or preachy.

I’m not saying that playing music this loud will change the political system. But listening to Hateful, it certainly feels like somebody is trying.

Tape available through Strange Mono.


Add to wantlist: Bandcamp || Strange Mono

Album review: The Scaners || 0 (Zero)

No lost transmissions, but seventeen reasons to join the mothership

Once The Scaners beamed us aboard for their III LP, we were fully converted to the cause. By that point, the French-based (though almost certainly extraterrestrial) synth-punk outfit had already logged two successful missions, simply titled I and II. The fact that album number four is called 0 (Zero) suggests we’re dealing with some kind of prequel.

In reality, 0 (Zero) is a collection assembled from various corners of the band’s history on Earth. Across 17 tracks, The Scaners gather B-sides from long sold-out singles, hidden compilation cuts, alternate versions, unreleased demos, a cover of The Fall’s Sparta FC, and a pair of brand-new transmissions exclusive to this release.

The thing is, even when working with odds and ends, The Scaners rarely miss. What could have been a stopgap release instead feels like further proof that this band has been operating at a remarkably high level for years. The synths still sound like they’re powered by stolen alien technology, and the energy remains delightfully unhinged.

This isn’t just one for the faithful. 0 (Zero) is potent enough to recruit an entirely new batch of enthusiasts to the mothership.

LP available through Wap Shoo Wap Records (NL) and Dangerhouse Skylab (FR). Cassette available via Idiotape Records (AUS/EU).



Add to wantlist: Bandcamp || Wap Shoo Wap || Idiotape

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