Infinite numbers of mutants from San Francisco radioactive warehouses to mysterious Florida owlbarns. now forming forcefields in Austin.
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Warped and demented. Telepathik Friend aren't coming for you, they're already inside your head. They're here to remind you to seek truth (or is it untruth?). That florescent yarn rules your existence and that, in fact, you hardly exist at all.You may as well put on your headphones and lay yourself out on the floor- you're gonna be there for a while. They are "a time travel tune that uses frequency and fabric for non-reality weaving". This all makes perfect sense after you've had a listen. Telepathik Friend use a slew of instruments, knick-knacks and utilities when performing. They're mysteriously cloaked masters of manipulating bizarre black hole sounds and completely insane live. Childlike and haunting, they're perfectly spaced out and momentous. If White Noise had a party with Os Mutantes and they both overdosed on heroin, they're spirits would join and, in turn, create Telepathik Friend.
TELEPATHIK FRIEND WAS FORMED IN THE YEAR 3068 BY OWLBEEMOTH AND OMEBI IN A ATTEMPT TO MEASURE THE THEORY THAT TIME IS IN REVERSE. IT HAS WENT THROUGH MANY VISUAL CHANGES, MEMBERS AND SOUND VARIANCES. THE FUTURE, THE PAST, ALL IS GLOWING!
Austin TX 09 featuring How I Quit Crack, Skullcaster, Bubblegumshitface, Omebi and Owlbeemoth.
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Portal to the Past History of Telepathik Friend:
Calm Down Friend 06
Probably the one of the most killer events was the all day noise fest [put on by Telepathik Friend] in Jacksonville, FL. A small shop had local noise freakers jammin’ outside on the sidewalk all day long followed by a big gig with Wolves, Laundry Room Squelchers, Wiese and Telepathik Friend. The whole fest was amazing wtih stoker isolated sound weirdness, very inspring. Florida is the last hidden gem in the States.”
-Wolf Eyes///WIRE Magazine// Best Music of 2006
Does everybody know how much Telepathik Friend rules!!? This crew is sick. They had an all day blow out before the wolf eyes show..and then an all night session after show. We were so fucking tired, but had to go the distance with these freaks….The sickest.
-Connelly [Hair Police / Wolf Eyes]
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Lost in Spacedisco 07
“Aren’t you guys really the Residents?”
Telepathik Friend played which ive been wanting to see for a while. maybe since wolf eyes hyped the shit out of them when they were out here last. ok, its like the early Sun City Girls when they played tapes and went out into the audience to abuse folks with odd objects as instruments strummed by air. this time it’s with a diamond silver tamale subtubes. people were hit and rolled out of the way from the onslaught of flailing rags they wore. main shamble-pile really went after people aggressively getting up into the faces of the Organ Music (Spasm Band) kids whom i expected to start a fight. the amp got the worst of it tho. skidding across the floor, that thing kept on screaming. once in a while you would hear a riff from the keyboards ala Sun Ra around Disco 3000 era. there was a lot of processed oscillation and vox all over it. it’s a fuggin mess. rags…attack!! pretty entertaining.” -Caroliner Grux
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San Francisco Psych n Space 08
Interesting proggy rock, like the Fall meets Circle, perhaps. The band has a loose, improvisational quality, though the songs have definite structure and vocals. They also exude a sort of mystical freak folk vibe, a la Animal Collective. -Cactus///KUSF
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Omebi and Telepathik Friend Orchestra 08
“Encore. One more song….That music blew my mind”
-Miss Pussycat
Three strange creatures appear from out of nowhere, seemingly clad in rags, jewels, fur, and bright, bright primary colors, looking like they stepped out of a particularly jarring scene (aren’t they all) from the Dark Crystal. They assume places amidst Kirbyesque assemblages constructed at the foot of the stage. Mysterious pillars, cardboard/wooden instruments, and a small dais wrapped in Xmas lights, upon which perched a small four track recorder. Two musicians took places behind a fake organ and a fake guitar, soon to be miming, jerking and spasming like the Residents in super slow-motion or aliens reenacting the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. This is, of course, Omebi and the Telepathik Friends Orchestra. Telepathik Friend is a longrunning performance/art/music project. Tonight former member Omebi is stepping out on her own, with all new music and the “orchestra’s” name as the only clue to her past. Omebi walked up to the dais and with a microphone in one hand and the other hand on the controls of a four-track recorder, began conjuring forth a whole alternate world of mysterious, fractured, ancient music. On this particular night (I saw Omebi again the next night and it sounded like a completely different set), she performed a set of new subliminal soundforms. Omebi’s songs are more about the spaces between sounds than verse/chorus/verse zzzzzz-dom. It’s Karen Dalton gulping for air in between words, it’s Robert Johnson’s fingers reaching for the next chord, it’s the very walls of a church absorbing and buzzing with the sounds of Sacred harp singers, it’s Sonic Boom’s amps singing sweetly to one another long after all of the humans have left. This reviewer was somewhat reminded of Charalambides, Loren Mazzacane Connors, Fursaxa, the long forgotten Zeek Sheek and the Slits, but then again, it was nothing like any of them. -Matthew Moyer /// INK 19
“It’s got this nerdy Renaldo and the Loaf if they was trip hop feel….”
Around 11, Owlbeemoth fried our brains with his animated “wrapping”, knocked some shit over and nearly strangled himself with mike chords in the process……if you appreciate experimentation and find beauty in chaos then you would have enjoyed yourself thoroughly. A casual observer would probably scoff at Owlbeemoth rapping over psychedelic beats and intentional mike distortion or roll their eyes at his helmet made of day-glo pipe cleaners, but they aren’t paying any attention to what is really going on. -J. Diablo
Recorded: live on March 16, 2003 at the Beta Lounge in San Francisco
In 1967, San Francisco’s Fifty Foot Hose were certainly one of the
innovators of a sound that took Psychedelia to new heights and was
captured on the band’s one record, Cauldron. They are a totally
unique hybrid—on one hand pulsating bay area acid rock, on the other,
fractured electronic freakery, becoming one whole cohesive being. The
sci-fi-ish video game-like artwork hinted at the sounds within, as did
the Limelight label’s pedigree for truly progressive sounds. Band
leader, Cork Marcheschi, used homemade electronic devices to create
crude and experimental soundscapes and instrumental compositions that
were sprinkled throughout the album.
Often starting shows with a swelling rumble that exploded into the
first song, they soon developed a rabid following on the SF scene,
though there was the occasional totally wrong gig, like when a
very-pregnant Nancy had to perform at a Catholic Girls’ school! Still,
the group wowed the crowds, performing with greats like Chuck Berry and
Fairport Convention.
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
