Teleman // Live Review

The Boston Arms – October 10th

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Photos by Rachel Lipsitz, see more from the show here.

Formed from the ashes of Pete & The Pirates Teleman have had something of a phoenix style resurrection, and at tonight’s long sold out gig, before they embark on tour with Suede, they deliver their stark pop with direct and dazzling accomplishment. The Boston Arms is a strange venue, and I half expect to see a table of sausage rolls and vol-au-vents in the corner of what seems to be more an Irish social club that grimy gig venue, but this incongruous nature works for the slightly odd algorithm that is Teleman.

A last minute support slot from Albert Albert is a good shout. Their Facebook relationship status could only be described as ‘complicated’ with simple lyrics ranging from ‘I’ve had enough,’ ‘I will take you out but I won’t take you home’ and ‘I wanna meet your mum.’ A Gallagher sneer from the guitarist and a come hither style from the vocalist is a winning combination on this Thursday night.

It’s clear who the crowd are here for, and the majority of people there seem to be pretty hardcore Teleman fans, or at least were big fans of Pete and his Pirates. They are not disappointed.  Thomas Sanders has eyes that never quite engage with the audience but hooks that most certainly do, and Teleman are idols for all slight geeks out there, side partings and button down collars aren’t a barrier to being in a band. Debut single Cristina reverberates around the room, the slightly strait-laced lyrics ‘Cristina, so good/ She makes me go across town, she makes me to lie down’ being a simple way of articulating lust and urging as the song and the feeling flicker away. On record their songs are razor sharp, elegantly stitched together, always brimming on the edge of a spectacular cacophonous fanfare, but on stage they flourish.

A distinct brand of addictive and innovative guitar music, it’s rare that a band managed to succeed at fusing dark and dirty riffs with a cleanly produced sound and rhythmic bass. Plenty try, sure, but edgy and instinctive alongside polished and full of mainstream potential is a rare combination. Final track Steam Train Girl sees the crowd pogoing away, and as we spill out in Tufnell Park, the feeling is very much one of triumph.