Preorders Punk Records Staff Picks

Pretty stoked to be taking preorders for some really exciting records this month. Here's a round up/chance to listen to some of our favourites.


July 10th

We've remained on the peripherals of the hysteria around this band. It's gotten a little silly, and despite really liking their music, it does feel a little like mass-(social)media hyperbole is probably not in the spirit of what these guys are trying to achieve. Nonetheless, the new record is going to rip your face off. Bile, bile and more bile.





June 8th

Institute put out one of our favourite releases last year, and we've been waiting on the full length appearing. The EP was full of weirdo-hardcore bile, forced through a Crass/Crisis filter. If I had a gripe with it, and other modern Post-Punk revivalists is that their take on the style is ever-so slightly rose-tinted. Spikey, thin single-note guitar lines paired with a kraut-tinged motorik rhythm section; Bleak, dry production and witty art-school snarl up front. This is all well and good, and of course, these elements existed within the best of Joy Division, Siouxsie and The Banshees and The Cure, but what about the thick Les Paul tone lurking in the back of Love In A Void? Or the possibly-over-the-top distortion on the second guitar in PC 1984?


Added to that, Joy Division had tracks like Isolation, The Banshess had of course Hong Kong Garden, and even the track above by Crisis has a stonking major key foundation. What made Post-Punk quite so interesting was that these bands could really play with major and minor, to really accent light and shade, and above all, bleakness. Institute seem to be picking up on this; 'Perpetual Ebb' rattles along with garage-punk spite, but with.... chords, major ones... it's great, and totally adds contrast to the sparse, hollow production and aesthetic. The record's going to slay, we just hope they make it to the UK, and that they get to play good punk shows.




June 1st

Don't know huge amounts about this band. Austin, Tx based, just like Institute, but rather than channeling late 70's working class UK anarcho via smart-ass, art-school hardcore Spray Paint like their punk atonal, droned and repetitive. Almost paranoid in performance, their agitated downstrokes remind more of late 70s/early 80's New York; Glenn Branca and Thurston Moore spreading chrome over the top of Dinger-beats. Sure, they'd sit next to Parquet Courts etc real well, but it's their cold atonal open-tuned hysteria that would make the relevant members of Viet Cong feel awkward about what they left behind in Women.


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