FORMATS: CD [SOLD OUT] / Digital Album
Here they are at least, the prophets of the Apocalypse,the obscure reporters of a grey, alienating, dehumanized future. The well-praised mini-CD “Catastrophe Baby” was the best call of attention: TELEFILME have come to tell us about our future, and their predictions aren’t very pleasing.
The genius couple crushes us again with an evil noisy CD, with industrial, repetitive rhythms which contrast with the beautiful minimalism of some arrangements, in a new masterplay, even more lucid, if possible, than their previous works. They use influences from easy listening, like the use of the vocals as another instrument, or that colourful, cheesy happiness aesthetics which is alwasy there in their record covers, along with rhythms and sounds which recall the synth-pop classics (OMD and Depeche Mode -don’t let the title of “Da Haus” put you in the wrong- vienen a la mente en más de una ocasión), to create a very personal and distinctive hybrid: only TELEFILME can sound so pop and be so cold and nihilistic at the same time.
On “Hi-fi Ghost”, the childish but evil atmosphere of the song would do an ideal soundtrack for a remake of “Poltergeist”. Other songs, like “Fahrenheit”, are even more frightening, full of psychotic whispers in the dark. The suffocating voodoo of “Doll-house” is pure techno-rock, a technified PJ Harvey, and “Peter Pain” is a mad story about the loss of innocence and the mirage of eternal youth: in a world that’s upside down, Wendy is in chains and gets high on drugs, and Peter hits her with a whip.
TELEFILME can talk about these subjects with sarcasm (as in the chronicle for the end of the world that is “California Punch”), but always leave a restless feeling in the listener: in the political pleading “I Will Follow The Leader”, they go back to the oppressive atmosphere of “Kiss The Robot” (from “Catastrophe Baby”), announcing the despairing future of our society, headed to submission and obedience, to the anonimity of the individual, lost in the shapeless mass of the majority. That who is out of the norm has the risk to be set aside, as we’re told on “Ballad Of The Droog”.
“Pocket Horror Symphony” is a monumental work about the horror of an homogenic and falsely equalizing future, a work of genius both in the lyrics and in the music. Future listening and pop electronics make a big step forward with every new record by TELEFILME. Mouse On Mars are not alone anymore.
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