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MG-203 The Magnificents - The Magnificents  The Magnificents emerge from their lair beneath ye olde Edinburgh streets with their debut full-length, and with a name like the Magnificents, why shouldn’t the album be self-titled? An eleven track manifesto of synth led anthems, The Magnificents doesn’t pay homage to influences so much as it reawakens the raw energy of the summer of ’77. A whirl of battered analog keyboards, jagged guitars, dueling analog and digital drum work, surrounds the hook-laden songwriting that has become the Magnificents’ stock-in-tirade. |
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| Don't so much have influences as seem to have directly tapped into the life-force of the greats - NME / Sound like precious little else at present. Record Of The Week - Scotland On Sunday / An overall stimulating discharge - The Scotsman / The Magnificents get it very right indeed, which is rare at this point in time - Art Rocker / Deserve all the hype they can get. Their ballsy, chaotic debut... works brilliantly - The List / Tunes that are currently making us pant like puppies for more - Bullit / Truly remarkable - Stylus |
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| Enough now with the definite article. It's getting boring. Appropriate as it may be - The Magnificents are in fact magnificent - in an age of every two-bit chancer chasing the garage rock dollar it's a turn off and a potential bullet to the foot, and with this stunningly raucous blend of ramshackle punk and crafter Rapture-esque dance The Magnificents needn't resort to clichéd sloganeering to get themselves ahead of the pack. Living the dream as it should be - scuffles, arguments, injuries, drugs - this Edinburgh four-piece make like a robo-Iggy; throwing shapes to a fusion of Stooge power rock and a wealth of metallic techno loops. It certainly shouldn't work, but accompanied by the teeth-gritted vitriol and sweat-drenched punishment of The Magnificents you'd be a foolish man to disagree. Now, that name... - Logo |
