San Francisco’s Terry Malts have been a mysterious presence on the local scene for a while now. Popping up with great regularity on gigs around town, they come, they slay, then they disappear into the dark night. Their tunes are catchy like fishhooks, jumping off from such familiar touchstones as Ramones and Buzzcocks, stopping off with some fine SoCal friends like The Crowd, The Descendents, and Red Cross, somehow arriving at an energetic modern power-pop/punk amalgam not too far from The Exploding Hearts and The Clorox Girls. It’s a time-honored pop recipe, leavened by the band’s top-notch song-writing and their barely-concealed fondness for 70s and 80s bubblegum.
Here’s an excellent song for the portuguese summer!