Articles by Jared Dix
Telex’s futurism is mostly a mundane modernism. They do not want to be robots or conceive sci-fi utopias in sound. They’re named after a piece of office equipment.
The atmosphere it generates is so complete and instant it’s like entering a different place.
The album unfolds with an understated magic, always with another modest surprise to delight you just around the corner.
Hallucinatory strangeness echoing down the years in multiple voices from the divine into the dark satanic.
A teeth grind march, noise and bile over battering drums, the definitive rant.
Honest enough to get experimental without being pompous about it. True believers in the dumb adolescent mess of energy and defiance that makes for the best rock ‘n’ roll. Praise the Lord.
Their most fascinating record in a long while.
All that fun and infectiously, unstoppably, funky into the bargain, clap your hands and chant along brothers and sisters.
A comfort blanket of an album, get your beers and snacks in, wrap yourself up in that couch fort and drift into these songs.
Raw sounding but directed with clear intention, the two long tracks offer contrasting and unexpectedly uplifting sounds to get lost in.
Styles We Paid For maintains their consistently high standard and current hyper productive streak. Stocking stuffing good.
If you like your rock music dark and intense, exploratory but still roughly song shaped then there’s probably something here for you to enjoy.
adorable, hilarious, and noisy, it just crackles with wild youthful energy.
Drones and breakbeats, clouds of strings, jazz ghosts and solo piano all soaked in a comforting ambience.
Lengthy modular synth explorations that unwind in a leisurely and hypnotic manner.
The titles suggest a quick scout around a concrete plant and the music sounds like a night in an abandoned multi-storey car park.
It’s remarkable that an artist this far into their career is still holding out that promise of going somewhere new for both themselves and their audience. Looking forward to seeing where we go.
Warm and contemplative, I Can Wait is four linked tracks of gently flowing sound to help ease your fizzing brain.
A stunning piece of work, Dances / Curses is an enigma and a blessing. It covers much ground and it resists lazy classification. It’s a lot.
Hand Tools is a fast and slightly queasy flashback to all things pre-lockdown. Warming and medicinal, like a shot of Jäger.
Bold, multilayered and disorienting Honey Badger is an enigmatic and beguiling listen that rewards your patience.