When Telstar Ponies finally re-grouped after a couple of years spent in different parts of the country from each other, we all felt a lot had changed. Since we were last kicking 'em out, post-rock had only gone and dumped all over the map and we were all just stood there with our gobs hanging open like what the. The freakout tradition - which we'd always been proud to be a part of - seemed to have quickly frozen into a series of empty generic gestures (quiet/loud, F/X soaked, mumbling). It was time to move on.