Here are 10 punk and adjacent releases that have come out of Aotearoa this year so far, and my thoughts on them. Read these reviews if you hate yourself.

PILLCUTTER — “DAY’S OVER” EP

It’s cool to hear some extremely SUB POP slow guitar riffs from Ngaruawahia as opposed to Dunedin for fucking once. They’re probably more interesting than most of the shit coming out of the Waikato. I dig the corny gang vocals in JARS and the morose inflection thing going on. …


I want to introduce you to this cultural phenomenon ingratiating itself into the great collective subconscious of bullshit urbanites living in and around Wellington, New Zealand. You’ve likely come across this genre of music if you’ve ever been to a show in the last decade at famous venues ‘Meow’ or ‘San Fran Bath House’ or ‘Caroline’. It’s the music that the YIMBY cunt from ‘White Man Behind a Desk’ would listen to, and would feature in ‘Salient Magazine’ as either a review or interview, in which they ask the unlucky tragedienne bassist ‘What is your favorite fruit?’. I might even…


Nicky Hager himself

In April 2019 American police came to the Ecuadorian embassy and brutally ripped out Julian Assange after seeking refuge there since June 2012. He is now facing an extradition trial in front of District Judge Vanessa Baraitser to determine whether he’ll be sent to the US to face a litany of charges there. This show trial is of import on par with the Pentagon Papers trial of New York Times Co. v. United States and also on par in regards to the rights and broader understandings of free press in the Popular Imaginary as Regina vs Hicklin. I talked with…


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DARTZ — “High at the Beach” Single

Wow! Does NZ music require being insufferably mellow with good vibes aching over corny bass riffs all the time, or is it just symptomatic of boredom? Wellington fucking sucks. I like pop music and I like punk music but I can only imagine this is fun live with ya mates dancing and at the back of your mind you’re just descending into a constant spiral focusing purely on the durry you’re gonna smoke in between sets. I can see people enjoying this kind of jam, and I’m sure they do like it, but there’s one too many of these…


Yesterday I woke up on Haight and hung out at a library off Clayton and wrote in this journal while charging my phone. I brushed my teeth and washed my face in their bathroom, and wrote a couple postcards. This dirty kid called Ruby who was walking their dog Star, showed me where the library is. I think it’s a good place to relax and be by myself.

At one point while I was sitting there and writing, this old guy yelled at a librarian because he thought she kicked out a sleeping homeless person a few days back. He…


Thomas Morton photographed by Ian Frisch for Relapse Magazine

A car burns on a cul de sac in Bridgeport, Connecticut where no one seems to care about anything except maybe getting their daughter into Columbia so that they can network at various AIESEC events and maybe (hopefully) get a sure-fire internship at a fintech startup with DOD contracts if (and only if) they make sure to use to their tongues to touch the roof of their mouths and the back of their teeth hard enough. In Montreal, Quebec I have my windows boarded up and I suckle moisture from damp walls for sustenance in between pacing and chewing unreleased…


Photo by John Lake

While the rest of the world jumps to the beats of tympani played by strange ghoulish men shouting at each other, Unsanitary Napkin play their own psalmodies deep in the otherwise insincere and irony-drenched trenches of Wellington, New Zealand. While it might be hard to comprehend of audiences unconcerned with trivialities like ‘masks’ or ‘red-alert’ or ‘post-democratic Lukashenko landslide victories’ or even ‘ongoing colour revolutions’ they do exist nonetheless. I called Rupert (bass and vocals) to talk to them about it, while Hannah (guitar and vocals) was too busy doing permalanced graphic design for suspect NGOs based in various Balkan…


I am wired. At 5pm I took concerta and now I feel like a fucking maladroit superhero. Kind of like when Valea from Bro’Town got hit in the head and started quoting literary classics and beating Robert Fisher at chess. I guess I should say that I also started taking my reduced dose of Zoloft and started PrEP again today too. This is all pretty great considering the apartment heat pump broke and it’s -12 celsius outside. My landlords a dumb, galoot cunt and I am obvoiusly very cold so I’m borrowing a blanket from my neighbor.

I took the…


At Opportunities, we talked to ‘volunteers’ from a bunch of different companies. One of these volunteers was Amanda, who manages corporate sponsorship at Sedar Health, which is a non-profit, and are concerned with health issues like combating childhood obesity, and who get celebrity athletes to excite kids at events. They also buy the rights to celebrities “stories”, and use them to endorse products for companies like Procter & Gamble and various other major Olympic sponsors. …


I woke up and smelled like shit. Showering? Forget it. I stink. I am the Mary Douglas dirt-matter out of place. I get things ready with the very intention of printing some cunt forms off at the HAIGHT STREET REFERRAL CENTER so I can apply for San Francisco’s very own HEALTHY SF. But once I do it, I realize that I just don’t feel like doing that today. The suns expanding, so I’ll do it at my next ophthalmology appointment, before or after a 5 foot 3 bucktooth doctor scratches her initials onto my cornea with laser point precision. At…

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