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"Diminutive Howler" and other physical descriptions.
"Husky, crooning and wobbly...JT stands proud,even when slightly confused."--WEBMAGAZ,'02"Even if you think Terlesky is nothing more thana chemically aided eccentric with limited lyrical
ability, these two albums are stunning and oddly
deranged."--MAGNET,'02
"A JT Show is amazing, if you like to see chubby,
thirty-somethings freak the living shit out of
themselves and you."--SWIZZLE-STICK.COM,'02
"...a little like a bear that has been shot with a tranquilizer dart. It's a big, heavy thing that stumbles around clumsily in a sleepy, drugged-out haze."--SKYSCRAPER, '00
"Imagine a nerdy looking guy behind the controls
of a day-glo painted Stealth bomber on a personal
mission to flatten the planet..."--WIRE, '99
"...the gnome-like Terlesky led his sturdy trio
through a smelting set...afterwards he asked me
whe he could find a mailbox. When I had drawn him a map of the neighborhood, he said, 'God bless you'.
What'd he mean by that?"--PUNCTURE, '99
"...his dusty LP sleeve of LED ZEPPELIN I...was
used as a placemat for his breakfast, which consisted of Mountain Dew, a half-eaten bag of
Chee-tos and a Snickers bar."--THE SOUTH END,'99
"...stomping riffs so deep into the ground the
future of Australia has to be feared. And you
were thing the Fall or Canned Heat were
repetitious."--POPWATCH, '96
"All that matters is that the Gods hear these
vibrations and grant JT his plea."--200 lb UNDEGROUND, '96
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"Like any loner, JT works, uh, alone alot of the time..."-SWIZZLE-STICK.COM
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"Cheesey Organ"--the Sins years.
"...Terlesky, howling with need, revulsion, or momentary triumph, finds in them a lifetime out ofdullness and despondency, or at least a weapon for lashing back."--L.A.TIMES, '92
"John Terlesky tackles all the feelings of today's unfashionable runaway, and he still finds time to
pose like John Hinkley. The cover is just two bucks
probably because their financial standard is a bottle of beer."--VILLAGE VOICE, '91
"These guys were like prisoners who'd escaped out
of some giant trench, all in like trench coats and workboots and stuff, and here we were in this
downtown sleazy club in Washington watching this band."--SHAKIN'STREET '90's?
"JT's goofy smiling face on the cover of SELF
DESTRUCT, pistol pressed to his temple, perfectly
summarizes the dichotomy..."--CREEM, '90
"...deathless rudimentary riffs, coupled with
cauldrons of feedback/distortion will make your
head do a Linda Blair."--ALTERNATIVE PRESS, '90
"If 'progress'means refining, these guys would
rather regress."--CMJ, '89
"...pounds like it was laid down by a bunch of
adrenalin-stoked cavemen."--ROLLING STONE, '88
"The first side is a blaring set of mean-spirited
rock shit that oinks like the hawg of righteousness skewered on a spit. The flip side contains post-DB's
pop so highly developed that when fans of this stuff get a boner they won't feel guity."
--SPIN, '88
"Side One offers six variations on the Standells'
grunge classic, "Dirty Water"."--NY DAILY NEWS,'87
"O.Sins leader JT is going to be one of the major
sick-pop-noise talents of the next few years unless he gets his life straightened out."--FORCED
EXPOSURE, '87
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GOOD FRIDAY, 2000, on the road to Austin, Tx.
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It's Miller time.
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