Telefon Tel Aviv - "Immolate Yourself"

Telefon Tel Aviv - The Birds (Bpitch Control 2009)

Telefon Tel Aviv - Immolate Yourself / Bpitch Control

It's true that I had this review mentally written several days ago, that the words had already formed into complete sentences into whole paragraphs into a general linear train of thought. There was a swoon there for a minute, a genuine burst of unabashed positivity about the whole affair, the hopeful undercurrent that ran through the melodies of "Helen of Troy" or "You Are the Worst Thing in the World" and swung for the fences in grand gestures, bold strokes of synthesizer swathed across your stereo or your headphones or my headphones or whatever. New Orleans to Chicago to Berlin, nothing to Nine Inch Nails to Ellen Allien, a future full of more than support tours for Matthew Dear. They were the big hands, and this was the proof long in coming - the best album of their careers. The best of a very young year.

But that review got trashed, because it sucked. Every review of this album has sucked, I don't know if you noticed. They're all vaguely positive and say no more than, "who knows what might've been." What might have been doesn't matter after listening to "The Birds" - maybe nothing does. Did you ever get a chance to read that Todd Burns review of M83's Dead Cities, Red Seas and Lost Ghosts? This song is like that. RIP, Charlie Cooper. I'm sorry this world and the sounds you gave it weren't enough.