Here We Go Magic are a Brooklyn-based band, an expansion
by all accounts of front-man Luke Temple's previous more
insular solo pursuits. The new edition features Michael Bloch
on guitar, Kristina Lieberson on keyboards, Jennifer Turner
on bass guitar and Peter Hale behind the drum kit.
'Pigeons' is as mad as a box of frogs (I mean this in the
kindest way!) It is an explosion of wonderfully wayward
musical ideas. It refuses to settle down to be any one kind
of thing in particular and this is its greatest strength.
The melodies are lovely, the vocal harmonies rich and warm,
the beats beguilingly undemonstrative one moment ('Casual') and
infectiously fidgety the next (the splendidly manic 'Collector').
Mr Temple doesn't have the strongest voice on the planet but it
really doesn't matter a jot. It serves the music well enough.
Methinks he may be a bit of a hippie at heart. The ambience of
many of the compositions suggest the gentle movement of a
multi-coloured kaftan and the scent of patchouli oil wafting by on
a summer breeze. The dream-like flow of opening track 'Hibernation'
is a particularly fine example of reimagined psychedelia.
'Moon', too, evokes a highly distictive sonic landscape, this time
with a somewhat harder edge and a more anxious and elusive melody.
'One World United' is a hoot! It's a seaside postcard of a song.
Brash and bouncy and made for flinging oneself around to mindlessly.
'Vegetable Or Native' is pretty silly too. Its clickety-clackety
rhythmic motif underpins a curiously surreal half-heard roundelay.
It comes out of nowhere and ends up somewhere equally uncertain.
Final track 'Herbie I Love You, Now I Know' also uses percussion
in a distinctive and addictive way. Whether the subject of the
substantially instrumental piece is a man or a motor car is left
to our imaginations. An ambiguously satisfying ending.
With 'Pigeons' Here We Go Magic have delivered an
album full of fun and fantasy and good feeling.
Just the job for a picnic at the edge of the world!
Recommended.