PHIEND: Terry Malts — Killing Time [Slumberland Records]

February 28, 2012

mp3 & stream, Phiend

Posted by Matt Hodges

Terry Malts — “Nauseous” mp3

I was trying to find a suitable bench to nap on when I stumbled across a bum getting fellated in Buena Vista Park. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and his neck was arched back like a man smelling something delicious in a Crock-pot. He was old and lying under a pile of coats which were bobbing rhythmically in concert with the wolfish sound of muffled slurping. That and the price of coffee are the lingering memories I have of San Francisco . . . but cot’damn they sure are producing some great garage rock lately! Thee Oh Sees’ Carrion Crawler/The Dream and Ty Segall’s Goodbye Bread were both absolute triumphs.

And now courtesy of Slumberland Records, we have a new trio of San Franciscan sons, Terry Malts. The album is Killing Time—fourteen tracks, all urging and insistent. They call it Chainsaw pop. Which means what? Sugar-punk with sharp melodies and lots of “bop ba bas” and “ooh ooh oohs”—fuzz and nonchalance. Think the Ramones, think the Buzzcocks. Every song but “No Big Deal” reminds me of riding in a van full of handsome teenagers.

Listen: Terry Malts — “Something About You” 

Do you feel young and exfoliated? Let’s get fucked up on cheap booze and candy.

Life’s lessons are simple here, and without ambiguity. There’s no room in any one song for two conflicting emotions. But that’s fine, who the hell cares? This album won me over in the end with its energy and innocent charm. I mean, who can’t relate to “Where Is The Weekend?” Who doesn’t want to hear that kind of song once in a while? “Where Is The Weekend” songs have been around forever, and for good reason. What a breath of fresh air that kind of concern is in a news cycle dominated by Rick Santorum, Iranian nuclear capability, and the rampant spread of Chlamydia among South Australian Koalas.

Where is the weekend . . . I don’t know how to answer that. But wherever it is, there’s none of the anxiety or calamity of our age, just a timeless adolescent tableau where renowned teenagers die young or move away.

This is a great album to drink Steel Reserve to on a sunny afternoon, in a deck chair, trying to master lighting matches with one hand.

Matt Hodges is a fox-hole christian and sexual libertarian. He is 23, and wants every song to sound like “Cinnamon Girl.” 
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  1. Stream the newest from Terry Malts, “Disconnect” | Phiendly - May 10, 2012

    […] Fransisco’s Terry Malts have quickly become one of my favorite bands this year, and (as we’ve mentioned earlier) their stunning LP, Killing Time, is like a roller coaster of insanely good times. Here we have […]

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