Telescopes make me wish that I hadn’t dismissively
snoozed so much through the whole shoegazer thing. Their 1989 full-length
debut, Taste, while proving that they were no Spaceman 3, nonetheless
documents a really cool band in its embryonic stages. The opener, “And
Let Me Drift Away,” is total Perfect Prescription meditative
build. My other favorites, “I Fall, She Screams,” “Threadbare,”
and “Suicide” could’ve easily made it onto Sound
of Confusion – from the vocals to the fuzz-toned blues riffs
to the feedback breakdown – there’s even a bit of Confusion
is Sex-era Sonic Youth cacophony thrown in for good measure. There
are actually some other influence at play here – but it doesn't
take a genius to find out where they’re coming from – which
isn’t so bad if you’re like me and think the world could
use a little bit more of this type of thing. Plus, even on the lesser
numbers, there’s no shortage of that naïve adrenaline that
you look for in debut albums.
Four bonus tracks appear on this issue: "There Is No Floor,"
"Sadness Pale," and alternate versions of "Threadbare"
Let Me Drift Away” MP3
New York Night Train , 2006