Report Cards // Telepaths: Pt. 1

Roundup of reviews for Telepaths by William Carlos Whitten aka Bill Whitten and his mysterious companion Diana Crash! The two bonded over their love of literature upon a chance meeting at the laundromat.

You might recognize Bill from his bands St Johnny and Grand Mal in the 90s and 2000s – and if you’re not familiar with either now is a good as time as any to delve into a work of both! Brutes, Bill’s collection of short stories, is available on Amazon and was described as “combination of “Prick Songs & Descants Fictions” by Robert Coover meets the (strongest) work of Philip K. Dick meets the short stories of Breece D’J Pancake”.

Last, but not least – there’s Burn My Letters, Bill’s debut solo album! Physical copies of that one are long sold out, but you can still grab a digital.

For further info on Bill’s activities visit Speed is Dreaming blog. And now, without further ado…

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Telepaths is gritty, unhinged, literary, chaotic rock and roll. If Lou Reed, William S. Burroughs and Kim Gordon somehow formed a band in 2025, this might be the result. – Turn and Work

Royal Trux meets Kilynn Lunsford. I dig it! – Andy Mascola

Monotone motorik post-punk pop that just oozes cool – Super Super Sounds

“I’m Gone Don’t Look for Me I’ll Never Be Back” is like minimalist, left-field post-punk for digital-age helium junkies, which is contrasted by “Beggars and Whores” presenting as more of a post-Transformer Lou Reed jamming with Patti Smith and pre-Loser Beck type of sound. The whole record is just a big, weird-fun, grunge trip. It never gets fancy, and it doesn’t need to. It’s like the smart weirdo sitting at the end of the dive bar covering cocktail napkins in rants. Fuck the trends. Some things just are – Listening Habit

This is a really super album end to end but the second half from “How Long” to the end is exceptional.
Really really enjoyable minimal no wave with a rock and roll swagger – Of One

Only one spin and my ears were hooked. Telepaths is stuffed with a series of bone-chilling psych grooves that grab your aural attention from the get-go, that transport you to a hallucinatory zone, and leaves you behind after 34 minutes, puzzled and impressed – Turn Up the Volume