Magic Circle: Journey Blind
Magic Circle: Journey Blind
Format: VINYL LP
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Artist: Magic Circle
Label: 20 Buck Spin
Product Type: VINYL LP
UPC: 721616807813
Genre: Rock
Received a 7.6 rating from Pitchfork. Who said anything about running out of ideas? The stubborn ones were born to linger, to nose out newer, more subtle permutations with the help from a few ragged fucks willing to practice them. Magic Circle mutt roll in heavy metal whatness, striking a balance with the pituitary culture it begat, and the tunes it jacked out. Suburban drag races. Basement bum wine scrum. Every collective thought burnt into a dirty tape dub of Mob Rules.Sabbath, especially in its later incarnations, hulks ephemerally among all openings, rests and codas. When Chris Corrys and Dan Ducass guitars arent jelly-legging around Iommi, theyre rekindling Neon Knights, brandishing Die Young credo. Meanwhile, Q clubs the kit like a drunken Ginger Baker. Brendan Radigan stakes a big, black flag in vocal territory long occupied by Saint Vitus, Saxon, Armored Saint and Trouble. Bassist Justin DeTore alternates creepy crawl and thunder word belch, laying yoke over each tune and driving them predjudicially underground.But motherfuck simply sounding like these bands. Magic Circle celebrates them, and in doing so honors the form they have found. Its heavy metal. Hit hard. Write riffs that clack along like rustbucket tanks into perpetuity. Play bass in ways that make you at once inseparable from every punch the drummer lands, and also ghosts every riff-working beneath, between, behind the rhythm. Sing that fucking story as every ancient did their Homer. It means something. It stands for something. Bring that to the tape. And so Magic Circle does. Tunes are rude, vicious. Some lumber ominously along, bare-fisting the downbeat through riffs risen from basements held in the odors of stale beer, mold and want. Others stuff the songs shape with directional changes-tipping a cap to Trouble and Saint Vitus via Sabbath. All the dots are easily connected. Theres no sport there. But, in lieu of refinement, one gets an honest reckoning: Magic Circle is a band (quickly) becoming. Through the web of influence and itchy, artistic compulsion theyve found savage and ultimately promising ways of reanimating long since taxidermied forms.
Tracks:
1.1 Journey Blind
1.2 The Damned Man
1.3 A Ballad for the Vultures
1.4 Lightning Cage
1.5 Ghosts of the Southern Front
1.6 Grand Deceivers
1.7 Antediluvian
