Telepathe. Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not entirely certain what aspect of this package of poserdom I find the most offensive - that their songs probably took less time than each song actually lasts to make, or that the first tune to grind out of their Myspace is just 30 seconds of that tune by TV on the Radio that everyone likes followed by aimless Fruity Loops noodling.
This is the musical equivalent of a Michael Bar film: One million brief flashes of a colossal, all-encompassing state of retardedness.
May god have mercy on my soul for listening to as many as three tracks, though I don't doubt that since they use the same formula for each one, I have as good as heard their debut album... which they'll probably compose on the plane over here from New York to play a gig at Catch.