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Whatever direction rock music takes, it's comforting to know that bands like Cali punk outfit Terry Malts are in the world. I need to know they exist—that I can one day play my hypothetical kids "Tumble Down," and they won't look at me weird. They'll recognize that the melody is infectious and that it makes them want to eat candy and jump up and down. Their Slumberland debut Killing Time is built upon the American Dream of having nothing to do, with its relentlessly hooky guitar-bass-drum rush providing a choice soundtrack to every Saturday night between the ages of 15 and 35, but also for eating candy and jumping up and down.