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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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| Mental Machine Music Self-belief can be unbearably irritating and, with a name that screams "we're something special" and a press release that references the Jesus & Mary Chain and talks about "era-defining music," The Magnificents might seem ripe for a kicking. Thankfully, this bunch of ex-Edinburgh College Of Art students deserve all the hype they can get. Their ballsy, chaotic debut fuses electro and punk, mixing juddering beats, Gang Of Four-esque rhythms and rumbling guitars and, as zeitgeisty as that sounds, it works brilliantly. The Mary Chain comparison, meanwhile, is far from frivilous: here too is a band who make a roaring, seemingly incoherent racket beaneath which lie tunes that shimmer and sparkle. - The List |
