What do you do when you’re no longer in the Dandy Warhols? You start a band called Telephone and spend a year making this album. Automatic is a twelve song album of sugary synthpop that has some quality hooks. However, it also annoyed me with its lack of anything substantially new to share, nor did it do an exceptional job of rehashing past synthpop acts in an successful manner. With neither of those to offer, what’s left? I listened to this over and over and over in an effort to “give it a chance,” for the sake of trying to think of what to write for this review. After all that, I just crapped this out instead.
–kurt (Cobra)