John Chrisstoffels' bass drives thick stakes down through the murk. Peter Stapleton's drums roll straight out from the stage. Brian Crook's note-bending howls shoot away angularly. And Stephen Cogle's strum fills the room, his icy vocal tremolo sliding along the ceiling in the only space left. There's something dark in the music of The Terminals these days, something brooding, something stormy that never quite blows over.
Every song is like a pencil drawing, heavily worked until there's more lead than paper.
The sketches are of a crepuscular landscape, a twilight environment, where lone figures grip their coats and are driven to reflection. On the new LP, Little Things , there's 'Quicksand' to watch out for, and a 'Black Creek' alongside 'Coasts of The Shrunken'. They sing about a 'Ministry Of Lies' and 'Medication'. They've still got the 'Mekong Delta Blues'. Little Things, just out on the German label Raffmond , is their third LP and the second with the current lineup.