Artist: Terry Malts
Album: Killing Time
Label: Slumberland Records
Release Date: 2.21.12
Rating: 4.2
After listening to the album for the full 33 minutes and 30 seconds a few times, I wholly teleported into the stark studio (or garage?) in which the album was likely recorded. Between the recoding dropping the sonic highs and lows and Phil Benson's monotone singing, it frames the album perfectly: middling, not impressive, not terrible. It is what you expect from power pop: speed playing, catchy lyrics, distorted guitar, and simple drumming. But none of these elements combined to create stand out moments.
In some songs, their roots show through. "No Good For You" sounds like a beach song. Interestingly, it's "I'm Neurotic" that samples a transmogrified clip of the Beach Boys' "California Girls". "Where Is The Weekend" is the standard ode to hating your job and being a weekend warrior. This was the only song that resonated, making me want to jump up and down screaming that I like weekends too. But it also felt like preaching to the choir.
That's not to say it's the worst album of the year; far from it. But it didn't hold me any longer than its half an hour run time.
Album: Killing Time
Label: Slumberland Records
Release Date: 2.21.12
Rating: 4.2
After listening to the album for the full 33 minutes and 30 seconds a few times, I wholly teleported into the stark studio (or garage?) in which the album was likely recorded. Between the recoding dropping the sonic highs and lows and Phil Benson's monotone singing, it frames the album perfectly: middling, not impressive, not terrible. It is what you expect from power pop: speed playing, catchy lyrics, distorted guitar, and simple drumming. But none of these elements combined to create stand out moments.
In some songs, their roots show through. "No Good For You" sounds like a beach song. Interestingly, it's "I'm Neurotic" that samples a transmogrified clip of the Beach Boys' "California Girls". "Where Is The Weekend" is the standard ode to hating your job and being a weekend warrior. This was the only song that resonated, making me want to jump up and down screaming that I like weekends too. But it also felt like preaching to the choir.
That's not to say it's the worst album of the year; far from it. But it didn't hold me any longer than its half an hour run time.
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