People, it’s not really a secret anymore + So-called post-rock is dead + It tripped and stumbled, tried to adapt, and finally it whined itself to death + The little brother of stupid big Rock, who never wanted to be like this, who started out a bit more relaxed and untroubled, who even called on subtlety as a possibility, who did not want to commit, and who, above all, did not want to be ritualized + Nevertheless, it still happened to him + He became a statue + Frozen on an empty mantle + This chapter has passed + We old folks sit in our corners on stools, and pat ourselves on the back + That’s well known + Twelve notes, guitar, bass, drums + We have heard it all, we have done it all, we don’t have to leave our house for this anymore + And, actually, we didn’t back then + Put to rest + And here we have Ter Haar + And we’re like: Of course, we already know it, somehow, maybe a bit too young + And maybe also a bit too cheeky? + People are amazed, we are astonished + We are impressed + A carelessness, a joy! + That happiness to just try something and to let off steam + The redemption, to complement each other, this ecstatic control! + And here, all of a sudden, it’s cool! + The band is cool! + How she dissolves tricky knots into dust bunnies + How it seems so natural to go from fragility to intensity, and vice versa + And how she – and this needs to be mentioned too – doesn’t have to explain anything anymore + It will be her good fortune to be able to avoid grappling with theoretical superstructures + She can get straight to the point + Ter Haar cheats death + Easily + Laughingly + But that’s not what’s important, neither is terminology, but rather the fire that burns within + And in these young people, it burns

Website + terhaarmusic.de    Music + MySpace    Label + Sinnbus