Killing Time by terry malts

Attention Public,

After careful, weeklong consideration, Terry Malts (San Francisco, CA) have decided to go forth and record a debut LP as per the request of Slumberland Records. Displaying a slick, intelligent take on modern chainsaw pop, KILLING TIME certainly lives up to its name!

The wrong turns that led us here: a 6-song cassette (Log Lady; 2010, now in its second pressing), and two 7” singles (both Slumberland; 2011).

Who is/are/was/will be Terry Malts? A yellow-pages private dick has gleaned the following: Corey Cunningham (guitar, backing vox), by way of Dickson, TN-cum-cardboard-box-in-Toronto, was asked to housesit in Fresno, CA. Duties fulfilled, he shot north on a graffiti trip to 924 Gilman St. and immediately bonded with fellow men’s room “artists” Phil Benson (bass guitar, lead vox) and the unfortunately-named Nathan Sweatt (drums, backing vox).

Hands shook, vibes exchanged; the trio felt compelled to distill their energy into a unified voice. Terry’s gospel is succinct, direct, sincere, and timed expertly with next year’s looming apocalypse: life is hopeless, enjoy!

With a live reputation that bleeds funky “Punk” attitude, I’ve been told this urgency has been crammed into the TM studio edition. Recorded by a machine, then expertly mixed by human being Monte Vallier (Swell, Half Church), this music may compel you to type the following buzzwords into your blog (which, I LOVE, by the way!): catchy, husky, hunky, sharp, blue-collar, rocking, hockey-rock, working-class, perfect, near-perfect, not-half-bad, and/or not-bad.

It’s an album, it’s a lifestyle, it’s a 34-minute hour of pure, unadulterated Malts… alright?

Recommended for airplay: 8, 4, 11, 2, 9, 14, 7, 1, 10, 3, 12, 5, 13, 6

- Matthew Kallman

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