THE TERRYS - SELF TITLED DELUXE - EXCLUSIVE VINYL LP

The Terrys have always felt like a summer you weren’t ready to let go of — sunburnt, a little chaotic, strangely grounding. But with their latest 'Self-titled' album, the Kiama five-piece step into something bigger, deeper, and more deliberate. It’s still unmistakably The Terrys — all jangling guitars, wry humour, and that lazy-afternoon warmth — but there’s a new stillness underneath, a sense of looking inward while the world keeps spinning.

The boys talk about the record like it’s a diary they accidentally left open on the table. Every song feels lived-in: the road-trip euphoria, the friendships that stretch you, the growing pains that hit quietly at 2 a.m. There’s nostalgia here, but never the saccharine kind. The Terrys don’t romanticise youth; they document it — the awkward bits, the messy bits, the beautiful bits you only notice years later.

In the studio, they chased feeling over perfection. Mistakes were left in, breaths were kept, laughter made it into the takes. You can hear it — the looseness, the humanity. The Terrys have always been a band built on instinct, but this album gives that instinct room to breathe. It’s intimate without being precious, effortless without being careless.

Listening feels like stepping into a house where the door is always open. You can almost see the afternoon light hitting the carpet, the band sitting around with guitars, swapping stories about the week, the tour, the stuff they can’t say out loud unless there’s a microphone in front of them. There’s a gentleness to their songwriting now — not soft, but sure. Like they’ve finally realised that being vulnerable doesn’t make the music weaker; it makes it true.

The Terrys still carry that scrappy, coastal DNA — the salt, the freedom, the jokes that turn into lyrics — but this 'Self-titled' third album hints at a band growing up in real time. Not losing their looseness, but anchoring it. Not chasing a sound, but settling into their own.

They’re not trying to be the biggest band in the country. They’re trying to be honest. And in a landscape that often rewards noise over nuance, that honesty feels quietly radical.

This DELUXE re-press of their third studio album is not just a collection of songs — it’s a snapshot of who The Terrys are right now: sunlit, sincere, a little bruised, still laughing, always moving. A band with their feet in the sand and their heads somewhere far past the horizon.

It’s the kind of album that reminds you why indie rock still matters: it’s messy, melodic, sincere, and impossible not to shout along to.