The Terminals are a NZ psych/garage/noise pop hybrid of an act, fairly unclassifiable in terms of sound, they create something that is entirely their own. They are, quite possibly, my favourite band of all time, my best kept secret. I've been getting into them slowly but surely, from their humble beginnings in the Flying Nun/Xpressway scene to watching them develop their sound throughout the 90's to their current tenure on the brilliant Last Visible Dog (who have reissued all their albums by the way, hint hint). Here's their 1992 album, Touch.
How many of those cheap ass, unsatisfying, low-diet post rock/garage/shoegazer albums have you had for dinner as of now? Well 'Touch' is different. Why? It's like doing 3 rounds of speedball for dessert and diving headlong into the jaws of oblivion. It's a world that is completely unique; deconstructed and noisy, the atmosphere ranging somewhere between twilight and the deepest fucking abyss you have ever imagined. Your life might never be the same again (*)
dark and scary, staring down
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