It's not often I get excited. Last time was when I heard that NME's circulation had fallen below 20,000.
But now I am visibly excited with the trembling anticipation of a world changing event.
For when I was sifting through the daily avalanche of demo CDs that arrive on my desk, I stumbled across an unassuming CD-R by a band calling themselves TERDS.
The CD contained seven explosive tracks that hurled themselves out of my stereo with a wild fury. Deadly garage rock hooks, psychedelic free-form lyrics, urban angst, lo-fi aestheticism and a vital spontaneity formed out of raw talent.
If you're ready to be amazed by the glory of TERDS please expose yourself to their art below:
DICK