Did you know that ‘peek-a-boo’ in Greek slang sounds an awful lot like “I’m going mad”? Young mothers cooing ‘κου-κου-τσα’ to their tender offspring while tacitly admitting fraying sanity is among the many warped observations of a society struggling to bury its anguish and impending implosion that catches the dilated, bloodshot eye of synthpunk mischief-makers ΜΠΡΙΤΖΟΛΙΤΣΕΣ.

Going by the aliases Mr. Mayor and Blirp Blorp, weirdo garage-punks ΜΠΡΙΤΖΟΛΙΤΣΕΣ join Dramachine and Γεμάτος Αράχνες,ρε Φίλε! in inciting the Mediterranean murk that’s twisting new wave beyond all recognition. Compiling the pair’s two prior EPs into a congealed compilation for Japanese distro collective Dial Club, Blorp ‘n Mayor score alien examinations of faecal fascination, police brutality, and the burning contempt for hippies all set to acid-fried, cartoonish psychedelia stretched and distorted into dizzying contortions.

Jerky devocore and splatters of egg clabber all over ΜΠΡΙΤΖΟΛΙΤΣΕΣ, wearing their love for The Coneheads on their sleeve, slacks, Y-fronts, and suspected string vest. ‘ΕΚΔΡΟΜΗ ΣΤΟ W.C.’ opens the tape with frantic digipunk stupor; loose drum pummelling clashing with spikey keyboards and skewed electronics stinging against throat-shredding screams railing against hygiene in germ-licking protest. The speed with which the Britzolites twosome tear through each track has hardcore energy that stills gels with the angular post-punk that pervades the comp, but just in case you thought they were fun but one-note they save their meaty dexterity for the last two tracks. Scuzzy exertions into mutoid pop cling to ‘TA ΓΛYKAKIA THΣ KAΘY’ with its choppy funk and atonal riffing, and tape finale ‘BZIN’ loses itself in a Hawkwind style freakout featuring a cosmic shredding solo that would sit proudly among any of Helios Creed’s LSD spiked space rock.

Extending their elongated, anaemic fingers and pointing out the fetid absurdities that lie underneath society’s veneer, Mr. Mayor and Blirp Blorp have scored their comic cynicism with a superb conjuring of expert, rubbery synthpunk that fizzes and corrodes just as acutely as their kindred spirits in Oz or the States. Animated and sibilating, ΜΠΡΙΤΖΟΛΙΤΣΕΣ is a caustic and brilliant bad joke of a tape set to bewilder or excite exactly the right two sets of Athenians