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Review: 'Telescopes, The'
'Growing Eyes Becoming String'   

-  Label: 'Fuzz Club Records'
-  Genre: 'Indie' -  Release Date: '9.2.24.'

Our Rating:
Growing Eyes Becoming String is The Telescopes lost 2013 sessions that disappeared in a computer crash at the time, to be miraculously fished out of the ether during the pandemic, before being mixed and completed by Stephen Lawrie. Originally recorded in two sessions with backing from One Unique Signal, the first session was in Berlin at The Brian Jonestown Massacre studio with Fabien Leseure and the second session was back in Leeds with Richard Formby one of the bands earliest producers, this time Richard also plays EDP WASP Synthesizer. This is now The Telescopes 16th album, that shouldn't be interpreted as being about the CSI Vegas Gig Harbour Killer story lines that uses human strings.

The album appears out of nowhere with Vanishing Lines that magically re-appear dancing across my speakers, sounding more tuneful that recent releases by The Telescopes as this shoegazing, near pop song, builds mantra like lyrics enveloping the listener.

In The Hidden Fields where guitars and drums repeat and repeat evolving droning infesting your mind, like you want a great drug rock record to.

Dead Head Lights is some sort of weird lava lamp, oil wheel, acid fried slow evolving, narcoleptic haze, in praise of some Dead Heads home lighting set up, as the squalling guitars create a miasma, of mesmeric shafts of dancing colours, in your field of vision, as Gerry slowly spins in his grave the lights form similar shapes to his rotund body.

We Carry Along is a slow semi acoustic murmur of encouragement to just keep on carrying on, as the thunder signals, the storms surround you.

Get Out Of Me is an anthem for the recovery generation, chanting to get the poison out of you, to let you survive and thrive, whisper in your ear vocals, pulsating metastasizing, reverb heavy guitars and slow steady Moe Tucker style drums.

What You Love are slow hazy fog laden, drug induced mantras for mind alteration, but never obliteration.

The Album closes with There Is No Shore as slowly you are cut adrift from reality, the matrix never gives up, this revolves rattling around the room, as your mind fills with the crackling intensity.

Find out more at https://fuzzclub.com/collections/the-telescopes/products/the-telescopes-growing-eyes-becoming-string https://www.facebook.com/thetelescopesuk https://thetelescopes.bandcamp.com/album/growing-eyes-becoming-string





  author: simonovitch

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