Oh Decay! by Magic People

Of the many flavors of challenge, they say that emotional accuracy is the sweetest. This moral was taken to task one autumn in 2006, when the Magic People trudged solemnly into the makeshift studio of Darron Burke. They crammed their strange electric chunks into every cranny of Burke’s sonic theatre, filling that gilded basement with aspiration and anxiety. Black-eyed Michael Kanin and his meticulously strewn array of percussive remnants claimed the lion’s share. Sprouting above him were the twin vessels of steel-toned synthesis, steered by Dr. David Utzinger and Rev. Al Deaderick. Deep below these fortifications lurked the black bloody bass of Winston Braman, thickly ululating chthonic incantations. Upon the shoulders of this golem sat the seraphic flautist Gabi Aguilar and her counterpart the weeping savage orator John Manson.

With these pieces in place, the squad was lured into the inauguration of the latest Magic People tome. From the birthing squeals of “Pox Putter” to the final sighs of “Flutter and Fail”, the ten-track disc revolves rapidly round scenes of drunken mania and submissive despair. This madman’s decalogue is more than a chronicle of calamity though, and the bees of hope glimmer throughout the mist. These miniature vignettes are framed with a coarse ribbon of modern electric squall, a pack mule of teasing rhythmic dissonance that carries her load of alien spices to realms of tireless beauty. Emotional accuracy? These stout blazing arrows are truer than the missiles of Artemis herself!

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