Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere - SLUMBERLAND
FILTER Grade: 76%
By Katrina Nattress on September 12, 2013
There’s something to be said for garage-rock bands that are able to keep the attention of their audience with each progressing album, and there’s something else to be said for those that can’t. Unfortunately for Terry Malts, they’re cornering themselves into the latter category. The San Francisco trio released their debut, Killing Time, last year and were applauded for the successful mesh of post-punk vocals and raucous, fuzz laden instrumentation (I, for one, couldn’t stop listening to “I Do”). But for a band in this genre to succeed, there needs to be distinct evolution in follow-up albums, and Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere doesn’t quite cut it—killer Crazy Horse reference notwithstanding. Singer Phil Benson still croons in a tone much like that of Morrissey or Robert Smith, and the guitars still crunch through each urgent track, but we’ve heard it all before, and rowdy, noisy punk songs lose their luster quickly.