"I love this album so much that I shall endeavour to spend the rest of the day purchasing cheese whilst imitating Bob Dylan."
"I love this album so much that I shall endeavour to spend the rest of the day purchasing cheese whilst imitating Bob Dylan."
Magic Bullet Theory – Poems and Explosions
Yeah! I fucking love this cd! It´s loud, messy, in love with the Sonics and the Monks (not to mention ACDC) and very Danish. The raison detre of Magic Bullet Theory seems to be a simple one. Angry and confrontational chaps shout and wail over catchy 60’s garage grooves. Intensity and lashings of Nordic brooding keep this admittedly well-worked formula mercifully clear of irony and smugness. The band escribe themselves as ´well versed in the dirtiest and darkest realms of rock´ Well, it does get dashed gloomy up there in winter…
The opener, the aptly named ´Bring in the Band´is rather extraordinary in it’s, erm, shall we say, temerity, and is a very good indication of what to expect on the rest of this cd. Lots of other tracks stand outon first listen, most notably ´21st Century Blues´; a classic case of ACDC riffery replete with shouting. And I love it. Lordy how I love it.
In fact I love it so much, I have decided, somewhat perversely, that there’s no real point in going on about it in print. No point. I would be wasting too much attention on writing about Poems and Explosions instead of listening to it and (therefore) enjoying myself. Rather, I want to turn this lp up right now, if only to annoy the prissy young lawyer couple who live in the flat below. Previously I would use Raw Power or Hex Enduction Hour. Now I shall use this.
I love this album, and we’ve only just got acquainted….
I love it in a way that I love eating a big chicken pie on my knees whilst watching telly. I love it in the way that I love dressing in tweeds and hearing the snappy sound that my shoes make as I confidently stride down my street on my way to the pub. I love it in the way that I loved dressing up as a pantomime cow on Leazes Moor in 1990, finding, in the process, a strange fraternity in the presence of other, real cows.
I love this album so much that I shall endeavour to spend the rest of the day purchasing cheese whilst imitating Bob Dylan. Or maybe I could stand at the bus stop and confuse fellow pedestrians by shouting ´brisket, brisket´ whilst dribbling in unseemly fashion down my tank top.
I fly to Copenhagen tonight to find Magic Bullet Theory, in order to worship them in person, and to wash their feet and to administer sweet oils and balms to them.
Goodbye.