punk this week: perverts again, makin’ out, iron lung, cold meat + 25 more
An out-of-control week of new punk records includes new stuff from John Dwyer, Fan Club, Why Bother?, Molbo, and Electric Prawns 2.

Hey it’s Punk This Week, the Friday column from see/saw running down and recommending the week’s essential punk records. After taking some time off, we return to an absolute gold mine of new punk records. All those bands in the headline are legends, and that doesn’t scratch the surface when you consider the new records from Evinsprägg, Coffee Stain, John Dwyer’s Chime Oblivion, Fan Club, Why Bother?, Electric Prawns 2, Zero Bars, and Molbo. There’s some unbelievable new stuff out this week by brand new bands from all over the world.
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Perverts Again: The New Man [Saalepower 2]
A day at the metroparks down by the rocky rivers with an owl watching from overhead is soundtracked by some sick, choppy power chords. When shit turns sideways on “Killer in the Metroparks,” it’s delivered strangely matter-of-factly. “Oh my god there’s gunshots,” is a call and response observation, the response from a voice pitched down super deep. Later they’re musing about the assassination of Shinzo Abe. When they strain to invent a new cuss word, Cleveland’s Perverts Again got a full-on laugh out of me, but so much of The New Man have their eyes wide open, stating the grim facts of a day-to-day reality. It’s a slurry of dark comedy about the very real world we find ourselves in. The hooks are stilted and sick.
