The largely instrumental Martian Chronicles finds the avant-rock collective Telegraph covering a wide swath of ground in 49 minutes. Its most experimental piece, the lengthy opener "Burning Witches," mixes electric guitar riffing, banging drums, theater organ, and the sound of a stylus scratching across vinyl (not in the hip-hop sense). That's followed immediately by "Here Come the Bugs," a straightforward exercise in pretty-female-vocalized modern rock. From there, the outfit dabbles in wordless soundscapes largely influenced by Another Green World-era Eno and Kraftwerk's more atmospheric moments. --Rickey Wright