Strap in and we can begin. Synth punks The Scanners rev up their engine for a blast of pure punk rock synth style. Blasting off into orbit with their sharp yet oh-so-enjoyable blasts of punk rock. It’s rapid, retro yet thoroughly futuristic from the opening energetic race off that is ‘No Return’ It is like friends are electric and whilst they might have one foot firmly planted in the Devo or Numanoid past they are doing it all on their own terms and mixing the furious punk rock/new wave with guitars very much involved there is a fuller sound with the pops and sequenced tweaks of modern technology and none more than the opening energetic blast that is ‘No Return’. This sets the tone for what’s to come.

This electro bop til you drop is rapid and contains boundless energy as the band blasts through the eleven tracks on offer you get whipped up in the maelstrom and I found myself daydreaming about what out there and would they welcome this soundtrack. ‘Brutal City’ is…Brutal I guess, it can be the only way to describe what’s going on. then the pace relents as the bass throbbing ‘Zero Gravity’ sort of mashes up the Britpop bass sound preferred by dare I say it Blur and their more Buzzcocks-inspired songs of their younger days. These gonzo synth punks kick up one hell of a shitstorm as the album careers towards oblivion as their Lo-Fi punches through your speakers tracks like ‘R.O.B.O.T.’ shift through the gears dreaming of space voyages whilst making one hell of a noise it’s a captivating ride and a lot of fun.

None of the songs overstay their welcome and are pretty much all short and very sharp. they also manage to create a variety throughout the record and it never manages to sound boring or samey and who doesn’t love those distorted Tubeway Army style vocals or that whirling synth on tracks like ‘Feel The Blade’ or the thrashing ‘Satellite Rain’ that race to its own implosion.

There are gems throughout this album and every play I think I’ve identified a new favourite song and ‘Cosmos Kid’ might just be the latest. Buried deep in the record its purposeful guitar riff is perfectly complimented by the keyboard tweaks and whirls that really mess with your head (in a good way of course).

I love that bands like Scaners exist and labels like Beluga release them I only regret more people don’t get fully invested in what’s going on. Pick up this glorious racket and spread the word The Scaners ‘iii’ is a banger, that’s a fact kids, let this into your musical orbit and strap yourself in for one hell of a punk rocket ride. Buy It!

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Author: Dom Daley

First gig of the year for me is a surprise treat. Synth punk CUIR (Leather) released one of my favourite albums last year, so I could hardly miss the opportunity to see him at my local venue in my adopted French town of Angoulême.

Opening tonight is relatively local band MYCIAA. Their blurb reads “if MYCIAA are adept at DIY (ethos) it’s only to reinvent themselves better with each album and to live each gig as if it’s the end of the world”. With four albums under their belt, they transform from meek offstage to wild and chaotic onstage, committed to their particular brand of electropunk noise. Their set was only marred by technical problems for their guitarist, who, after swapping guitars, took up the mic and joined the lead singer. If “life, death, electropunk, vegetarianism and animal liberation” are your thing, check out their Facebook page for details.

CUIR has the shorter set tonight, given that his album runs at a mammoth 19 minutes with 11 songs. For fans of OFF!, Ramones and Sigue Sigue Sputnik, from the one-word chorus of ‘Maniac’ (one word in the whole song, actually), it’s a series of short, sharp ear-worms. In his pink, rubber gimp mask, he’s joined by two masked ‘potes/mates’ on guitar and samples, occasionally battering a keyboard. It deserves to be busier, but given the current situation, I’m just glad to be here. Hopefully, soon he’ll be making floors shake in packed clubs. Whether it’s ‘Cut, Cut’ or ‘Schlag’, the lyrics aren’t essential, your head will be nodding along. It’s slightly tongue in cheek; before we’re dead, let’s get pissed and enjoy it all. The video for ‘Cut, Cut’ has him dancing with the grim reaper.

Quality over quantity, then. And an early night! A great way to kick off the new year. À bientôt…

Author: Martin Chamarette