Teledrome captures it all so well, drizzling icy keyboard leads over pounding, dark rhythms all drenched in a dazzling monotone vocal veneer that reminds you of how soon these demonic robots all around us will be our complete masters. Your digital alarm clock already tells you when to wake up, so you know it’s inevitable. These five pulse-quickening jolts of this uncut grade of guitar/synth-blast should keep your valves primed for their impending debut LP coming later this year, and don’t miss them at this year’s Blackout Fest in Chicago.