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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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| Long before the Rapture and Radio 4 enticed with their manic electro-pop thrill, Edinburgh's Magnificents were already dancing to the underground. Wall sockets are an alien concept to these art-school futurists. Such are their powers of electronic alchemy they merely form a chain and power their synth banks and lightning flash guitars via their humanoid Van Der Graf Generator. They must wear welder's masks too, to protect their skin from the sparks that welter and spurt from the ensuing glorious racket. "We are The Magnificents/We are magnificent" screeches a neurotic Dalek before "Infidel Infidel," the gloriously dissonant frenzy of ADD-suffering mechanical animals covering Sonic Youth in Alec Empire's basement. We are in no position to argue. The spunky grit of "Last Gasp Of Revenge" or old single "Kids Now" conjure the flawless adrenaline kicks of the Human League if Phil Oakey hadn't lost it, met those kids with bad make-up and become a "proper" popstar. They are no nostalgia peddlers or quirky pastiche, however. They have no true touchstones. Like A.R.E. Weapons, The Magnificents have crafted something truly individuating from urban detritus. Tantalizing. - Is This Music? |
