The Telescopes were described by the British music press as “a revolution of the psyche”; a consistent line across a body of work spanning over 30 years.
The Telescopes have constantly expanded their own limits to unveil new paths of existence, coloring outside the lines of any expectation of reaching beyond the realm of natural vision.
With a legacy full of “eureka” moments, fed intravenously through a crack in the cosmic egg, The Telescopes invoke the kind of altered perceptions that time has shown not only to resist repeated listening, but reveal something new whenever someone ventures into depths of his highly influential art.
At the core of their being, The Telescopes are a comprehensive concern, in every way, a constant revolution of the psyche exploding infinite spores of sound, carriers of hot transmissions steeped in auditory innovation that spiral around their internal receptors to induce a series of auditory illusions that completely immerse the listener in the clutches of his own imagination.
The most revolutionary act that we can all carry out is to fulfill our vocation, to continue to do what we do, for the reasons we were conceived for it, no matter what. Some call it “The New Weird”, but call it what you will, it is born out of love. The Telescopes are one of the few artists who are living proof that this revolutionary act is possible to evolve and remain free from artistic corruption.
Songs Of Love And Revolution is a solar explosion of trance-inducing rhythms held at the helm by a pulsating bass wall held in place by a swarm of guitars around. Tied to the mast of this swirling dervish, enchantments abound to dispel what is trapped. This is The Telescopes’ 12th album, music for a set of four pieces that will never sound the same twice in any environment or pair of ears.
