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TERMINAL
LOVERS
DRAMA PIT AND LOAN CD
Stores and distributors, please contact
MME for pricing.
Dave
Cintron/Terminal Lovers
released
in conjunction w/
Shifty Records
Biological
Records
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Immediately
this motherfucker dropped on to the stereo, I knew I was in the presence
of True Heads with One Eye fixed on the lunations of the heavens. That
the album etched its way directly into my brain on first hearing is startling,
for I listen to shitloads of new stuff and mainly wait for their turgid
meandering self-obsessions to struggle to locate any dignified conclusion.
And after the deep art-rock invention of Terminal Lovers, most of the
so-called stoner rock gathering in their masses is just so much novelty
compost.
Watt a way to kick the New Year in! Dammit, this record is the goods -
usable, crushing, cremating, resurrecting and the ROCK!!! Terminal Lovers
reach it often and in spades, motherfuckers! Terminal Lovers is garage-y
as White Lightning’s ‘William’, demented as The Outcasts’
‘1-2-5 Blair’ and still as simultaneously smart AND despairing
as a Kim Fowley, Kurdt Kobain or Bobby Liebling. Did you ever wish the
Iggy-meets-Zappa blackface voice
Axel adopted for ‘It’s So Easy’ had abandoned its owner
and gone solo? It did, boys’n’girls. It snuck into the plumbing
of Everytown USA and called itself Dave Cintron. Did you ever wish The
Tubes had taken their tongues out of their cheeks long enough to reach
once more for that truly Death & Resurrection moment on ‘White
Punks on Dope’ when you glimpse the despair of that sad fucking
Hollywood Heights teen wanker? Dit-fucking-toe for the answer! Did youever
catch Bobby Liebling’s vocal on ‘Last Night Here’ when
you was at a particklier low ebb and genuinely wonder if it was your last
night on Planet Oyth? Me three, motherfuckers. And obviously the big Ja
for Herr Cintron aussi!!! This guy might wipe his nose and be your well-mannered
boy for Auntie Martha and Uncle Joe’s Thanksgiving meal, but believe
me this is one druid whose entire being is giving the whole world the
Inner Finger right up against yer fucking face, yoze’n’mine
brudder! Buy his music now because he ain’t getting any more alive
than this.
- Julian Cope, Head Heritage - “Album
of the Month” Jan 04
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