"Retrieved and re-edited from various recording sessions/jams, “Basement Tapes Volume 2†recently released by Terminal Lovers, contains just one long piece (split into two parts), The music spending the first ten minutes as a spacey drone before the band take over, a rolling wall of guitar riffery, fired up by the solid rhythm section behind. With some fiery guitar work to be had “Sodden Wheels in a Supper Club pt1 “is a lot of fun at high volume, with part 2 becoming seriously psychedelic as it moves through time, echo boxes set to kill, with some free drumming and a mean guitar giving everything a chaotic edge. Volume is everything for this one, well worth irritating the neighbours for. " -Ptolemaic Terrascope, March 21, 2009
"Great to see Dave Cintron’s Terminal Lovers are back at last after over half a decade away. His all-new incarnation of the band is featured here on two huge grooves that both clock in at well over a quarter-of-an-hour each. And despite my yearning for the absent riffology and anguished larynx of earlier Cintron times, I truly believe that we must totally accept an artist’s shifting metaphor rather than pine for the good old times. Those Head Heritage freaks who go way back will remember Herr Cintron’s scored a pair of HH Albums of the Month, with the Lovers’ DRAMA PIT & LOAN (Review 44 back in January 2004CE) and with his earlier band The Downside Special (Review 50 in June 2004CE). Well, he’s back and his new ramalama is real guitar-informed head trauma." - Julian Cope, Head Heritage Oct 2008 Address Drudion
Locked heavy visceral guitar rock, nod groove rhythm, experi-drone/ free-sound and immediate haunted songs.
"Immediately this motherfucker dropped on to the stereo, I knew I was in the presence of True Heads with One Eye fixed on the lunations of the heavens. That the album etched its way directly into my brain on first hearing is startling, for I listen to shitloads of new stuff and mainly wait for their turgid meandering self-obsessions to struggle to locate any dignified conclusion. And after the deep art-rock invention of Terminal Lovers, most of the so-called stoner rock gathering in their masses is just so much novelty compost." -Julian Cope, Head Heritage
.......guitar genius Dave Cintron"s mini-supergroup acid rocks squarely in the chaotic Cuyahoga axe-drone tradition, though now and then you might hear Funhouse filtered through the Birthday Party and/or Get Your Wings..... - Chuck Eddy, Village Voice
Hot blasting soul-fired purebred rock, melodic, twisted and perverse rock anthems gone terribly wrong, experimental demonic pop, hypertense deranged freak 'n' roll -- A strange fuck of a band. The true meaning of bold POST rock standing with razorsharp knives acting as its very outpost.
Untender meanderings so strange they change the synapses in your brain with repeated listens. This is rock music creativity at its bravest.