It’s a slice of frenetic, frantic pop-tinged garage from Vancouver’s JPNSGRLS to end the week, with their track Smalls.

There’s almost a bit of everything thrown into the mixer on this track, with some bone-crunching riffs leading into lighter, dancier moments. The one constant, though, is the 100mph vocals that complement the changes of pace perfectly.

And if there’s a better mantra than “So let’s make out like lovers do there’s more to life than getting used to death”, I’m yet to find it.


Infusing the saxophone with punk might conjure up thought of the likes of Less Than Jake and the shit they used to knock out, but rest assured NYC’s Pill are a much more appealing proposition.

The band’s self-titled EP is full of raw, visceral punk backed by a combination of squawling guitars and a deep sax sound that makes perfect sense when you hear it.

It’s Hotline, though, that gets the nod as today’s #onegoodthing, with its suffocating post-punk vibes that pitches it somewhere in the Siouxsie-meets-Pins stratosphere of being fucking awesome.


Rollicking, surf-tinted garage-rock from The Red Cords is the order of the day today.

On Scratch It Off, their latest release on the eternally spot-on Art Is Hard Records label, the Falmouth three-piece deliver crisp, on-the-money pulsating garage – not too far from the work of fellow Falmoovians(?) The Black Tambourines. There’s clearly something (good) in the water down there…


Visceral, angsty punk from Baltimore four-piece Post Pink on their mini-album Too Pooped To Pip gives us today’s #onegoodthing.

They begin with the slightly more reflective I Want To Believe that only really comes to life in the last 30 seconds and gives a truer reflection of their steaming take on angular punk.

The songs are all short, sharp, frenetic bursts of jerky guitars and yelped vocals that peak with the vitality of (S)hit.


Pittsburgh’s The Gotobeds sprinkle a keen pop sensibility over some high-tempo fuzz-rock to create a fine collection of catchy tunes on their album Poor People Are Revolting.

Standing out on that album is the brightness of New York’s Alright (If You Like Sex & Phones) – a contender for my favourite song title of last year.

It bristles with hard-edged alt-rock intent, but brings in a slightly indie-dance element with the guitars that draws it into the poppier end of the spectrum (especially in contrast to next track Wasted On Youth/Melted Candle which is much more straight-up rock and a contender for the honour of today’s #onegoodthing).

The LP as a whole is great melting pot of alt-rock, rock, punk and pop sounds that combine effortlessly.


This, I’m willing to bet, will be the best song about Velcro you hear this week.

It comes from Perth’s purveyors of deep, dark rock – Hideous Sun Demon and is called, funnily enough, It’s Velcro. The track bristles with aggressive intent, crashing through behind the booming vocals.

This is the sort of song that will jump out and grab you by the balls/vagina. Which sounds even more painful if you throw Velcro into the mix…


Today’s #onegoodthing delivers the lo-fi surf-tinted rock leanings of Michigan trio Heaters on Heaven Hill, from last year’s Solstice album.

There’s also an element of psychedelic swirl to this particular track, which drives the track behind the vocals that built to an almost-euphoric state.

The rest of the album is well worth a listen, too, offering subtle variations within a theme.


We take things easy today, with the laconic, lo-fi pop of Something Else by HALA.

It’s got a great, chilled vibe to it, but also has that catchy, breezy, toe-tapping quality to it. It really should be coming straight from the coast, as opposed to downtown Detroit, but them’s the breaks.

There’s also more to come from HALA next month in the shape of the Young Alumni album; it’s very much more of the same – which is definitely a good thing.


Fuzzed-up pop from Connecticut five-piece Furnsss on 79 Cent Gold is today’s #onegoodthing.

This track is not too dissimilar to the sound of the now sadly-parked Yrrs, starting with a dirge-like riff, before transforming into a glistening pop melody and culminating in a deeper, darker mesh of guitars and drums.

Alas, I couldn’t get the embed from the band’s Silent Gold album, but that doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, eh?


Urgent, aggressive post-punk from Sheffield is the order of the day today, courtesy of Sievehead.

Comparisons with Eagulls are as inevitable as they are accurate, with Sievehead’s crash and rattle on the punked-up Shadow offering the same hardness and roughness around the edges as Leeds’ finest at their most vital.