Discs etc


The Auxillary






"Diminutive Howler" and other physical descriptions.
"Husky, crooning and wobbly...JT stands proud,even when slightly confused."--WEBMAGAZ,'02

"Even if you think Terlesky is nothing more thana chemically aided eccentric with limited lyrical ability, these two albums are stunning and oddly deranged."--MAGNET,'02

"A JT Show is amazing, if you like to see chubby, thirty-somethings freak the living shit out of themselves and you."--SWIZZLE-STICK.COM,'02

"...a little like a bear that has been shot with a tranquilizer dart. It's a big, heavy thing that stumbles around clumsily in a sleepy, drugged-out haze."--SKYSCRAPER, '00

"Imagine a nerdy looking guy behind the controls of a day-glo painted Stealth bomber on a personal mission to flatten the planet..."--WIRE, '99

"...the gnome-like Terlesky led his sturdy trio through a smelting set...afterwards he asked me whe he could find a mailbox. When I had drawn him a map of the neighborhood, he said, 'God bless you'. What'd he mean by that?"--PUNCTURE, '99

"...his dusty LP sleeve of LED ZEPPELIN I...was used as a placemat for his breakfast, which consisted of Mountain Dew, a half-eaten bag of Chee-tos and a Snickers bar."--THE SOUTH END,'99

"...stomping riffs so deep into the ground the future of Australia has to be feared. And you were thing the Fall or Canned Heat were repetitious."--POPWATCH, '96

"All that matters is that the Gods hear these vibrations and grant JT his plea."--200 lb UNDEGROUND, '96

"Like any loner, JT works, uh, alone alot of the time..."-SWIZZLE-STICK.COM
  "Cheesey Organ"--the Sins years.
"...Terlesky, howling with need, revulsion, or momentary triumph, finds in them a lifetime out ofdullness and despondency, or at least a weapon for lashing back."--L.A.TIMES, '92

"John Terlesky tackles all the feelings of today's unfashionable runaway, and he still finds time to pose like John Hinkley. The cover is just two bucks probably because their financial standard is a bottle of beer."--VILLAGE VOICE, '91

"These guys were like prisoners who'd escaped out of some giant trench, all in like trench coats and workboots and stuff, and here we were in this downtown sleazy club in Washington watching this band."--SHAKIN'STREET '90's?

"JT's goofy smiling face on the cover of SELF DESTRUCT, pistol pressed to his temple, perfectly summarizes the dichotomy..."--CREEM, '90

"...deathless rudimentary riffs, coupled with cauldrons of feedback/distortion will make your head do a Linda Blair."--ALTERNATIVE PRESS, '90

"If 'progress'means refining, these guys would rather regress."--CMJ, '89

"...pounds like it was laid down by a bunch of adrenalin-stoked cavemen."--ROLLING STONE, '88

"The first side is a blaring set of mean-spirited rock shit that oinks like the hawg of righteousness skewered on a spit. The flip side contains post-DB's pop so highly developed that when fans of this stuff get a boner they won't feel guity."
--SPIN, '88

"Side One offers six variations on the Standells' grunge classic, "Dirty Water"."--NY DAILY NEWS,'87

"O.Sins leader JT is going to be one of the major sick-pop-noise talents of the next few years unless he gets his life straightened out."--FORCED EXPOSURE, '87

GOOD FRIDAY, 2000, on the road to Austin, Tx.

It's Miller time.