The Submissives – “I’m A Mirror” (2022)

Montreal-based musician, Deb Edison, spearheads The Submissives’ on-stage sextet with previous releases on Fixture and Egg Paper. This time, French label, Bruit-Direct Disques, had the brilliant idea to release the new album on vinyl:

The Submissives’ sound is lovesick swirly pop with staggering percussion and atonal violins melting into a psychedelic goo. An intoxicating walk through a hall of mirrors under an overcast sky.

Watch the video for “I’m A Mirror”, set in a parallel universe where the architectural plane is fluid, and a shadowy figure appears to grieve on a snow-covered field filled with anonymous tombstones.

Heimat (2021)

I first heard of Heimat last year, when I got curious and started looking up the remnants of the underground French scene of the 2010’s. The post-punk collective, La Grande Triple Alliance De L’Est, based in Strasbourg spawned a myriad of groups and side projects, including riot grrrl punks Mil Mascaras, experimental cold wavers Badaboum, weird post-punkers Crack Und Ultra Eczema, and the cool synth-poppers of The Dreams.

Heimat is Amelle from Badaboum, Mil Mascaras, Crack Und, and The Dreams, and Olivier from Cheveu, who toured with Tyvek and The Black Lips, and played at Gonerfest in Memphis in 2006. In other words, deep underground garage bonafides.

For Heimat, Amelle’s characteristic mock-singing (it’s half-German, half-Esperanto), is laid over minimalist electronic production carrying her melodic lines into an airy angular crescendo. It has the spirit of basement show improvisations with the groove of punk. Think Special Interest meets Cobra Man.

Screamers – “Punish or Be Damned” (1977)

The cool thing about punk is the political act of hijacking so-called classical forms of music, whether operatic, pop ballads, classic rock, and inserting mischievous, comedic, theatrical, and seemingly amateurish jaunts.

There’s an element of self-deception, mixed with an explosion of unbridled energy that is jolting. They could be kidding…but not really. It is this deceptive seriousness that is terrifying when the loopy scrambled electronics turn atonal and Tomata’s staccato vocals become commanding and repetitive. This is the way things really are: uncertain, uncomfortable, and frustrating.

Spread Joy (2021) – Chicago Post-Punk

It’s not rocket science. A good post-punk, true to 80’s Euro DIY, will go through Kleenex, stop by NYC and mix Blondie with no-wave, then boost the low-end with modern California garage. Spread Joy understands that, and dutifully executes.

There’s a lot to appreciate here, but the most interesting thing is that it comes from Chicago. I would have thought Portland first, then Oakland…but Chicago?

Unless…a mutant strain of DIY punk-garage captured the imagination of the local scene and created a Chicagoan variant. Who could that be…?

Heimat – Dein Architeck (2016)

Heimat is the collaboration between Olivier from Cheveu, and Armelle from Mil Mascaras, Badaboum, The Dreams. As part of the French underground collective, “La Grande Triple Alliance De L’Est”, based in Strasbourg and Metz, they gave us such musical stylings as the “glue” genre (a kind of French “scuzz”) in the early 2000’s but have now evolved to a new gunk, landing more into experimental electronics territory.

Armelle on vocals here, perfectly reverbed musicbox beats, and an enticing stop-and-go rhythm, that just oozes DIY Leather Futuristic Punk.

Thighs (Boston, MA)

Excellent stomping no-wave punk from Boston, Massachusetts, usurping the more common garage sound for an alarmist noisy drum-machine techno. This is dense and angular, and when observed closely, befitting of the city’s college-town reputation: political but snarky. The verbosity is rewarding and thought-provoking. Exactly the kind of stuff I want to see performed live on a school night at the Cantab Lounge.

Nots – “3” (2019)

Nots’ music reflects political and social reality. Their dark post-punk grooves exude modern anxiety like the information overload of constantly refreshing timelines. Surprisingly dancey numbers like “Floating Hand” enact the thematic paradox of partying in a surveillance state. In this regard Nots remain relentless, spewing subtle critiques across political spectrums. “Woman Alone” is the ultimate “intersectional” anthem, questioning our culture’s obsession with segmenting groups. The question “What’s it like to be a subject analyzed?” probes the causes of divisive controversies. Their repeated choruses over bass-driven propulsive grooves could very well penetrate the mainstream, but Nots’ calculated social critiques are too radical to gain acceptance. You rarely find a group this consistently trenchant, uninterested in corporate sponsorships or high-profile festival appearances. This makes their punk ethos real, not counterfeit or commodified. But a song like “Built Environment” hints at a deeper fissure, possibly cognitive, that is impossible to break through. The idea that we build our own restrictive shells and therefore enact our own censure. “I walk on empty streets in my mind”, says the chorus, reminding us how immobile we become as urbanized, consuming, citizens.

Urochromes – Trope House (2019)

Western Mass noise bullies are back with a brand new album recorded in Alabama with Gary Wrong. What could possibly go wrong? Nothing! Jackie proves that he’s underground punk’s Andy Kaufman with as many split personalities as MF Doom. You can hear Jackie as part of NYC’s noise rockers Sediment Club (WFMU Record Fair alumnis) or the intriguing carnivalesque street busker crooner Mark Cone, and I feel that he might have temporarily played with Neutral Fixation. With multiple releases on a stack of underground labels (Feeding Tube, Lumpy Records, Neck Chop Records), he’s got the pedigree of a pure breed pomeranian.

Urochromes have been through so many incarnations, with and without a drummer, that they are impossible to recollect. My favorite formation was with Corey Rose from Vexx on drums! After-party for Not Dead Yet in Toronto 2016. They played a blistering set to a packed crowd on a skate ramp.

On this release, Jackie’s creativity remains unbridled, and “Rumshpringa” comes from left-field with a heavy Jonathan Richman/Modern-Lovers Massachusetts breezy jangler! A kind of swagerring classic rock jam with an electronic drumkit, and absurd lyrics. A true Picasso of our modern times!

Sneaks (2019)

The new Sneaks is amazing. Totally moved away from minimal post-punk, and got into subtle, melodic, hip-hop hooks. For fans of M.I.A., Missy Elliot, Santogold. That whispery voice with thumping bass! Play loud!


Create a website or blog at

Up ↑