The Melbourne-based trio keep things short and sweet on their 23-minute self-titled album.
That minimal aesthetic also manifests itself in their brief, jerky, post-punk songs. Like early '80s New York bands ESG and Bush Tetras, and occasionally their transatlantic cousins The Slits, the band blend danceable, dissonant rhythms with primitive chants and incantations while guitars pulse and populate the music with endlessly infectious riffs. Terrible Truths excel at creating an idea, reducing it to its essence and playing it enough to burn a hole in the listener's headphones before swiftly vacating the airspace. With more releases as strong as this, no wave might just usurp psych rock as flavour of the month.
