The Terminals
Forget About Never
Deadbeat Records-2006
By Christopher Duda
(SugarBuzz Toronto)
Sugarbuzzinfreakin’ Magazine
Through the lair and under the brush lies a dirty secret awaiting to spring forth like a pink eyed, yellow toothed, possessed, rabies infected rabbit. Now, they might look cute, fluffy and cuddly on the outside but inside these balls of soft downy comfort are seething with anger and deceit. Ready to crap in your mind one rabbit pellet shit a minute or more- depending on diet and fiber intake of course!
Breeding rapid thoughts and nervous energy….The Terminals infect the gangrene laden wound with it’s potent poison sending waves of nausea and dry retching through pangs of self doubt and self worth.
Want something to bring home to mama than get a Russian Mail order bride (she will only dump you once she has landed immigrant status-you dumb fuck!) or hit the mall deadbeat and buy yourself a rubber doll in the shape of Paris or Hillary or maybe even Britney. Friction burns from plastic are hip.
Anyways getting back on track with my tongue firmly planted on the third rail. The Terminals are not a cuddly little emo band or are they a paint by numbers sad clown paint set. They test the limits and prove that being Terminal ain’t such a bad thing. Think the rotten corpse of The Sonics and lo-fi soul swirling organ infested, ingested, and never contested hazmat.
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