Not every space explorer needs to leave the planet....
As a brief, magical tour through [a]Pram[/a]'s childlike wibblings and Stereolab-esque warblings, 'Telemetric...' is enchanting. Through the spectral jazz-disco of 'Space Siren' to the incandescent flutter of 'Omnichord' and the squelchy Farfisa madness of 'Superchouette', [a]Pram[/a] enmesh their love for all things tinkly and pretty into a matrix of robotic, technological instrumentation. On the rare occasions when it appears, vocalist Rosie Cuckstone's vaguely strained, dispassionate voice hovers in the air like it doesn't know where to land - a presence both welcome and naggingly disconcerting.
While 'Telemetric...' may reveal [a]Pram[/a]'s trajectory to be somewhat non-evolutionary, it still demonstrates the constancy of their starry-eyed imagination. They may not appear to have travelled far, but really, they're up there, gently bumping their foreheads on the stratosphere.
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