Magic Circle: Journey Blind
Magic Circle: Journey Blind
Format: VINYL LP
Wanting to order from us over the holiday period but need some more information. We are here to help! Please see our Christmas Shipping page for more information.
On average, orders containing available-to-ship items are processed and dispatched within 1-2 business days, although this is not guaranteed.
Orders containing preorder items will ship as 1 fulfillment once all items in the order are available to ship.
Please note, Tower Records Merchandise and Exclusives are dispatched separately. On average, these items take 3-4 business days to dispatch, although this is not guaranteed.
The estimated shipping times that are displayed at checkout are from the point of dispatch.
See our shipping policy for more information.
We have a 30-day return policy, which means you have 30 days after receiving your item(s) to make a return.
For orders created between November 20th 2024 and December 31st 2024, we have extended our normal return period. For orders made between this period, customers have up to 60 days from the receipt of goods to return an item. Please see our Christmas Returns page for more information.
To be eligible for a return of an unwanted item, your item must be in the same condition that you received it and in its original packaging.
In the unfortunate situation that a product is damaged/faulty/incorrect, let us know and we will endeavor to correct any issue as soon as possible.
Please see our refund policy for more information.
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
