What can a record from nearly 40 odd years ago open up, beyond nostalgia, retrospection and a sense of manufactured romance that never really existed? Knocked together by an ill-adjusted group known as Garage Class from a nondescript town in provincial England called Alsager, ‘Terminal Tokyo’ and ‘I Got Standards’ are compulsive anthems made in a vacuum. Rough, bolshie, intent on stance and agitation, alive with something else. A pair of tunes that responded to the mediocrities of circumstance with an incredulous drive. Both favour motion, disdain, their own dishevelled ‘standards’ … read more
What can a record from nearly 40 odd years ago open up, beyond nostalgia, retrospection and a sense of manufactured romance that never really existed? Knocked together by an ill-adjusted group known as Garage Class from a nondescript town in provincial England called Alsager, ‘Terminal Tokyo’… read more
What can a record from nearly 40 odd years ago open up, beyond nostalgia, retrospection and a sense of manufactured romance that never really existed? Knocked together by an ill-adjusted group known as Garage Class from a nondescript town in provincial England called Alsager, ‘Terminal Tokyo’ and ‘I Got Standards’ are compulsive anthems made in a vacuum. Rough, b… read more
