Phil Benson, Nathan Sweatt and Correy Cunningham have had a transformative career since their early projects. The trio started out as a five piece Moz-indebted, straight-laced jangle act named Magic Bullets. The band had the guitar sway of Marr and a pristine sound to boot; yet by 2010's Much Ado About EP, something stirred Benson, Sweatt, and Cunningham to make a change. Shedding two members, the three started Terry Malts. The essence of Magic Bullets remained, but now their songs sounded freed: instead of a strum, the trio returned screeching and rocking harder than ever. On last year's strong Killing Time, Terry Malts had a newfound simplicity: keeping the songs brief, garage-induced, and lo-fi. The record showed that these three had no intention of fading away: Killing Time sounded more like a molotov cocktail than a glass of red wine.
One year later, we have Terry Malts' second offering, Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere. The new record starts with an alarm ring, which seems like the perfect way to describe Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere. The album sounds like that jolt in bed when you wake up, giving you goosebumps and rattling your skull. The trio hasn't changed its sound or character drastically; if anything, they've honed in on what made their debut so appealing. The mix sounds fleshed out, with Sweatt's drums pounding like they're on the brink of falling apart. Cunningham's guitar leads rip harder than ever too, creating riffs and lines that knock around your head for days. If anything has changed, it's Benson's vocals, delivered mostly with a half-talking/half-singing drawl that fits right into each song's' character.
Highlights like "I Was Not There" feature understated melodies from Benson and howling waves of noise that nearly dart into shoegaze waters before returning to the grit of the garage. On the other end of the spectrum is the slow burner "Comfortably Dumb" which features feedback pulsing lightly behind acoustic guitars, sounding something like the quieter moments of the late Jay Reatard. Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere is not out to revolutionize music; instead the Malts' just want to drink 40's and play rock 'n' roll. To those looking for something more, Benson has a rebuttle for you on the last track: "Why are you so serious?"
Sept 5 - San Francisco, CA - Record Release Party at Thee Parkside w/Synthetic ID & Pinhead
Sept 12 - Salt Lake City, UT - Kilby Court
Sept 13 - Denver, CO - Walnut Room w/Best Creeps
Sept 14 - Lawrence, KS - Replay Lounge w/Spray Paint & Jocks
Sept 15 - Iowa City, IA - Gabe's
Sept 16 - Chicago, IL - Empty Bottle w/Spray Paint, Dumpster Babies & Floral Wreaths
Sept 18 - Allston, MA - Great Scott
Sept 19 - Brooklyn, NY - Glasslands w/Kissing Is A Crime & Lvl Up
Sept 20 - Baltimore, MD - Metro Gallery w/Matrimonials, Wrong Words & Crimson Wave
Sept 21 - Philadelphia, PA - Boot & Saddle
Sept 22 - Washington, DC - DC9 w/Queen Kwong & Dot Dash
Sept 23 - Columbus, OH - Kobo
Sept 25 - Dallas, TX - City Tavern
Sept 26 - Austin, TX - The Mohawk
Sept 28 - Tucson, AZ - Tiny Town Gallery
Sept 29 - Phoenix, AZ - Rhythm Room