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Missus Missy I'm here for your soulfood
Mister Missy I'm gobbling your silver knives
Missus Missy I'm here for your red rude
Mister Missy I'm gonna swallow your wife

Six years I've been living in the bughouse
Seven years on hunger strike
Eight years I've been living like a louse
Ninininine now I do what I like

My lady Gray I'm here to down your dainty socks
Sir Gray I will cleaneth thou shoes
My lady Gray I will shoulder your halo
Sir Gray I got big naught to lose

Six years I've been living in the bughouse
Seven years on hunger strike
Eight years I've been living like a louse
Ninininine now I do what I like

I'm gonna get me some
Soul food.


Soul Food

Taken from the new "Insides EP." Out September 23, 2014 on 7"/DIG.

Since 2010 and over 2 albums and a slew of singles and tapes, Terry Malts have been exploring the murky area where hope meets disgust, an area populated with anger, hatred, exhaustion, delusion, seclusion, consumption, life, death, breathing, eating and a host of other conflicting and confusing ideas. Their records to date have a been a refreshing blast of catchy punk, pop-influenced but also chaotic, noisy, shredding. Imagine Bubba from Void sitting in with Descendents and and you're part of the way there. Fall 2013's "Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere" was their most concise release yet - a concentrated blast of melodic bile that cast a long look at life and didn't always like what it saw.

Now Terry Malts are releasing their first new material in almost a year. The "Insides EP" might be their most "pop" record yet, but don't let that make you believe that they've given up on the blazing, verge-of-feedback guitars or pummeling rhythms. "Let You In" is classic power-pop revved up and played LOUD - a pogo party in under two minutes. "Grumpiest Old Men" is an ode to telling those damn kids to get off your lawn, showcasing guitarist Corey Cunningham on vocals. "Don't" is a stop/start thriller, dark and driving but as always sporting a melody that most pop bands would slay for. Wrapping up the EP is a fine version of New Zealand legends The Chills' "Hidden Bay," giving some insight into the varied influences that feed into Terry Malts and help explain why "pop" and "punk" don't adequately describe what they do.


Terry Malts - Don't

this song is from our new EP "Weed for The Parrots" out on 22nd June.

10"/digital via Luv Luv Luv Records (WW)
10" via Sonido Muchacho (SP)
CASSETTE via Burger Records (WW)

art by C.M.Ruiz

To The People Who Showed Me Their Love While I Was Here

Taken from the debut album 'Hot. Reckless. Totally Insane', pre-order here http://found.ee/bestfriends

Upcoming live dates 
25 July	Tramlines Festival
1 August	Y Not Festival


Pre-Order Here...

Cold Shapes

White Fang

Junto Club are four men from Glasgow who have remained friends since they were teenagers through creating music they love. Whilst learning new instruments during a long winter, their sound was fashioned unexpectedly with sporadic melodies overlaid on taut drum machines, synthesizers and bass guitar. Many humble dance moves followed as the band began to carouse behind closed doors with their newly-found rhythm.

This is the first track from our upcoming EP, recorded in the near-legendary Green Door studio, will be released on Optimo Music on June 15. Four tracks of highly original, impossible to pigeonhole, dancefloor-not-dancefloor music.

JUNTO CLUB - Leaving Forever (Optimo Music)

Nowhere To Nowhere

Chain Store

Silver Spoons – Skinny Girl Diet

Fix Me – Skinny Girl Diet

'She's A Cult' is taken from Ulrika Spacek's debut album, The Album Paranoia, released 5th February 2016. 

Pre-order 
white vinyl/CD - http://smarturl.it/UlrikaSpacek.CD.LP 
Rough Trade -  http://smarturl.it/UlrikaSpacek.RT 
iTunes -  http://smarturl.it/UlrikaSpacek.iTunes 

Press Release:
Formed in Berlin in one night, longstanding friends Rhys Edwards and Rhys Williams conceptualised ‘Ulrika Spacek’ and came up with The Album Paranoia as their debut album title. Moving back to their shared house ‘KEN’ last summer, an ex art gallery in Homerton, they began work on the project which was to become 10 track experimental alt-rock masterpiece The Album Paranoia. Today Ulrika Spacek premiere their first gripping single, ‘She’s a Cult’, on the Quietus.  

Ulrika Spacek’s soundscape is a cross pollination of hypnotic fuzz, with Tom Verlaine (Television) and Stephen Malkmus (Pavement) guitar idiosyncrasies and intertwining feelings of both angst and melancholia. Drawing influences from Krautrock to Sonic Youth and the above, the two Rhys’ brought in three expert musicians to complete the live formula, which unified The Album Paranoia and ‘Oysterland’, a series of club nights curated by the band, showcasing their first live performances with art installations.

Live shows
05.12.15 - Unit 6, Hackney Wick, London.
17.12.15 - Oysterland at The Victoria, London.

iTunes

Ulrika Spacek - She's A Cult

The US debut from Best Friends, Hot. Reckless. Totally Insane is out January 22nd from FatCat Records. 

http://store.fatcat-usa.com/collections/artists/products/hot-reckless-totally-insane

'Wash Me Out' appeared on a 12'' compilation limited to 500 copies for Record Store Day 2015, made up of exclusive tracks from the roster of independent labels Alcopop, Art is Hard, Bella Union, Big Scary Monsters, Dog Knights Productions, Fierce Panda, Fortuna Pop, Howling Owl, Memphis Industries, Transgressive and FatCat. 

The track was one of the first we recorded ourselves at 'Delicious Clam Studios', which we built with our friends in Sheffield, England.

Unavailable digitally up to now, unless you own the 12'', you won't have heard this one before, and you can download it now for free to say thanks for making 2015 the best year of life ever. 

Wash Me Out

Produced & mixed by Adam Jaffrey at Unwound Recordings
Unwelcome Light EP out March 25 on Telharmonium Records
Pre-order now to receive a free download of Whisper:
https://geo.itunes.apple.com/gb/album/unwelcome-light-ep/id1081057767?mt=1&app=itunes

Whisper

Unwelcome Light

Los Niños Sin Miedo

Let's Do It Again

Notes from the Malts Mansion: Spring, 2013

I’ve disconnected the doorbell; the phone is off the hook. The post office has been instructed to return all mail sent c/o Box 489 directly back to sender. These extreme actions have not been made in haste. The past year-plus has plum worn me out.

Ever since Slumberland Records lost a bet and released 2012’s "Killing Time," it seems that the bored drudges of this outhouse Earth have done nothing but follow that album title’s orders, a.k.a. harass me. (Lord knows the everyday “fan” of these “guys” has nothing better to do). Visitors, calls, letters. Look, I know I’m the only known liaison to the men behind the man, but that doesn’t mean I have the answer to the burning question on everyone’s melon: WHEN IS THE NEXT TERRY MALTS ALBUM COMING OUT?!

Oh, wait, actually I do know the answer to that one! Terry Malts’ brand-new platter, "Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere," is being released on September 10, 2013, once again on Slumberland Records. The official full-length follow-up to last year’s year-end-list-thrashing debut, hot on the heels of two more blistering 7”s in the meantime. 

Who are these Nobodies? Where is this Nowhere? The same crack-staff has been employed: Phil Benson (bass, vocals), Corey Cunningham (guitar, throat), and Nathan Sweatt (drums, confusion), recorded by they-damn-selfs in their “San Francisco practice space”, and again mixed by Monte Vallier (Weekend, Half Church). Hey, Parrothead: changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, right? Right! Which is why the Malts tropes you’ve come to know and love haven’t gone anywhere: anger, hatred, exhaustion, delusion, seclusion, consumption, life, death, breathing, eating, and probably some sensitivity or something. It’s all right in front of your earballs!

Considering a stiff breeze could blow your web address over, take this “press-release” as a “warning.” "Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere" is a punch in the gut, a kick to the teeth, a tickle exactly where you want it (wink, wink). This thing is the toupee of your record collection: throw it on top of that embarrassing stack o’ wax by the stereo to instantly transform your reputation. 

Look, we can’t do everything to help out you and those of your odor, but giving you this news is a step in the right direction. And this is coming straight from the top floor. Terry Malts’ "Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere" shreds. It blasts. It blows (a good thing!). A dynamite record, that’ll prolly say “Play It Loud!” or whatever in the liners. But seriously, folks… listen to this thing and leave me alone!

Terry: just like the days of our pathetic weeks, a name that ends in “why…?”

-Matt Kallman

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