The Magic Numbers
Poor the Magic Numbers – though many bands would glow until they burst to receive the plaudits they’ve been getting lately, it probably won’t do them any favours in the long run. For their debut album, though quite a nice thing in itself, simply isn’t strong enough to make much of a lasting impression. Musically, you’ve heard it all before, of course. They come from a very specific time and place, namely the early 70’s and each of their songs is infused with the sort of saccharine sweet injection that punk was supposed to have killed.
If you’ve heard ‘Forever Lost’, the current single, then the rest of the album holds little in the way of surprises. Its loaded with harmonies and a distinct country twinge that, honestly begins to grate after a little while. Opening track ‘Mornings Eleven’ is the direct musical equivalent of beating around the bush – an epic country ballad that takes too long to go nowhere at all. Think ‘The Mamas and the Papas’ crossed with ‘The Polyphonic Spree’ (remember them, kids?) and you’ve got a pretty good idea of what to expect. An album that will probably be forgotten about in six months time – there’s nothing really wrong with it, but it’s all too flimsy and dated to really be more than a passing interest.