Children Of Telepathic Experiences
Much as wackiness should be beaten out of musicians with salted baseball bats...
Good job that wilful Australians [a]Gerling[/a] never listened much to advice, preferring to submerge amplifiers and blow up their girlfriends' stereos in the quest to make their own noise. Darren Cross and Paul Towner listened to [a]Pavement[/a], though, and to Sonic Youth, two bands whose very DNA is mapped on tracks like 'Death To The Apple Gerls' and 'Craft Werked' respectively. You'll have spotted another reference: a couple of years back Canadian schoolboy Burke Reid brought them Kraftwerk, beats and [a]Sun Ra[/a], as well as filling in for [a]Gerling[/a]'s departed guitarist who became a tree surgeon.
Anyway: [a]Gerling[/a]'s slavish copies of their idols would be reprehensible if it weren't for their fluency and total lack of concern about theft. But there's another band on this record, too; one that writes rustling programming'n'gizmo ditties like 'Enter, Space Capsule' and the fluttering moth electronica of 'I Heard An Echo Of A Cobra's Bite'. Sadly, there's a third too: the wacky one that hasn't quite shed the need to make prank calls and change time signatures a lot.
But we'll beat that out of them in time.
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