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Live reviewTHE TELESCOPESSIR GEORGE ROBEY LONDON GOUGED. Almighty. Delirium. A hailstorm from God-knows-where splitting atoms in its wake. Just a few of the words and images that I find branded into my mind, now that I've findly managed to reassemble it The Telescopes aren't just a mindf***, they obliterate from within, a million supernovae in tandem inside your head. 
Like My Bloody Valentine who, when at full pelt are the closest
comparison I can think of, The Telescopes themserves seem remarkably
distanced from the sound, as if they're just the cogs behind the scene.
Only the singer looks gripped, tensed by the guitar haze and pounded by
the intense rhythm of the bass and drums. But then the sound is so
stellar, that anything onstage is bound to be little more than a
distraction.
This Easter Monday, summer had arrived just in time to catch them, only
to find itself spla yed from here to - I would say the end of time or
kingdom come but I think they just came. 1989 has to live up to The
Telescopes, but I doubt it can stand the pace. They are the greatest
eI(ev)ation this year and their brilliant storm is coming your way. You
don't stand a chance in hell.JONATHAN SELZER Originally appeared in Melody Maker April 15, 1989. Copyright © Melody Maker Back 
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