TELEPATHE
Dance Mother
Brooklyn’s Telepathe are comprised of the impressively-named Melissa Livaudais and Busy Gangnes. In their equally awesomely titled album, Dance Mother, they showcase intense, claustrophobic electronica which sounds like it has been zapped into your stereo straight from the future.
Dance Mother
Brooklyn’s Telepathe are comprised of the impressively-named Melissa Livaudais and Busy Gangnes. In their equally awesomely titled album, Dance Mother, they showcase intense, claustrophobic electronica which sounds like it has been zapped into your stereo straight from the future.
The album was recorded under the watchful eye of Dave Sitek from TV on the Radio. Sitek's vintage synthesizer collection has clearly been put to good use and adds even more layers to Telepathe’s already intricate sound, which weaves in and out of genres. Down the spine of the songs are the two haunting female vocals, interchanging, chanting, harmonizing and playing off each other atop loops, guitars swimming in reverb and drum-machines.
With its ridiculously catchy tribal chorus, stuttering hip-hop and woozy atmosphere, Chrome's On It is a good example of the imaginative genre-hopping Telepathe offer. Meanwhile, Lights Go Down sounds like the kind of tune that would be playing in your average cyborg nightclub; emotionless vocals and all manner of weird Kraftwerkesque bleeps. In Your Line juxtaposes a similar synthetic backdrop with deeply personal lyrics, as does Crimes and Killing, during which Melissa Livaudais offers a typically understated vocal: “Let’s go make out in the snow,” she says. “I’ll fuck you up, you ought to know.”
Because of the avant-garde approach to song structures and sound, initially it all seems a little disorientating but everything soon starts to make sense. Equally atmospheric, serious, intelligent, confusing and challenging, Dance Mother is a visionary and intriguing album, and how often can you say that nowadays?
With its ridiculously catchy tribal chorus, stuttering hip-hop and woozy atmosphere, Chrome's On It is a good example of the imaginative genre-hopping Telepathe offer. Meanwhile, Lights Go Down sounds like the kind of tune that would be playing in your average cyborg nightclub; emotionless vocals and all manner of weird Kraftwerkesque bleeps. In Your Line juxtaposes a similar synthetic backdrop with deeply personal lyrics, as does Crimes and Killing, during which Melissa Livaudais offers a typically understated vocal: “Let’s go make out in the snow,” she says. “I’ll fuck you up, you ought to know.”
Because of the avant-garde approach to song structures and sound, initially it all seems a little disorientating but everything soon starts to make sense. Equally atmospheric, serious, intelligent, confusing and challenging, Dance Mother is a visionary and intriguing album, and how often can you say that nowadays?
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