Returning for a second album as Here We Go Magic, Luke Temple switches from solo project to bandleader, thus marking a fairly radical shift in tone from the eponymous debut to this jam-bedecked second long-player. Expanding to a quintet seems to have helped breathe new life into Temple's operation, as notably demonstrated by 'Collector', a playful, technicolour jolt of pop know-how that runs to about twice the length of the actual song at the heart of it; long after the flow of affable verse-chorus-verse action subsides, the hypnotic krautrocking second half keeps on pummelling away, proving every bit as vital. There's a similar formula behind 'Old World United', which spends its opening couple of minutes masquerading as a synth-laden motorik pop song (perhaps like a lo-fi Spoon track) before ascending into a buoyant instrumental tangle for the final phase. Further highlights arise from the futuristic psych-pop of 'Casual', the no-wave funk dalliances of 'Hibernation' and the spectral, weirdo balladry of 'Bottom Feeder'. There's a slight shift in tone towards the album's conclusion, revisiting some of the prior long-player's preoccupations with exotic beat loops on 'Vegetable Or Native' and the hazy, dreamlike 'Herbie I Love You, Now I Know'. An enthralling second outing for HWGM, Pigeons builds considerably on the groundwork laid by last year's debut.
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Returning for a second album as Here We Go Magic, Luke Temple switches from solo project to bandleader, thus marking a fairly radical shift in tone from the eponymous debut to this jam-bedecked second long-player. Expanding to a quintet seems to have helped breathe new life into Temple's operation, as notably demonstrated by 'Collector', a playful, technicolour jolt of pop know-how that runs to about twice the length of the actual song at the heart of it; long after the flow of affable verse-chorus-verse action subsides, the hypnotic krautrocking second half keeps on pummelling away, proving every bit as vital. There's a similar formula behind 'Old World United', which spends its opening couple of minutes masquerading as a synth-laden motorik pop song (perhaps like a lo-fi Spoon track) before ascending into a buoyant instrumental tangle for the final phase. Further highlights arise from the futuristic psych-pop of 'Casual', the no-wave funk dalliances of 'Hibernation' and the spectral, weirdo balladry of 'Bottom Feeder'. There's a slight shift in tone towards the album's conclusion, revisiting some of the prior long-player's preoccupations with exotic beat loops on 'Vegetable Or Native' and the hazy, dreamlike 'Herbie I Love You, Now I Know'. An enthralling second outing for HWGM, Pigeons builds considerably on the groundwork laid by last year's debut.
Returning for a second album as Here We Go Magic, Luke Temple switches from solo project to bandleader, thus marking a fairly radical shift in tone from the eponymous debut to this jam-bedecked second long-player. Expanding to a quintet seems to have helped breathe new life into Temple's operation, as notably demonstrated by 'Collector', a playful, technicolour jolt of pop know-how that runs to about twice the length of the actual song at the heart of it; long after the flow of affable verse-chorus-verse action subsides, the hypnotic krautrocking second half keeps on pummelling away, proving every bit as vital. There's a similar formula behind 'Old World United', which spends its opening couple of minutes masquerading as a synth-laden motorik pop song (perhaps like a lo-fi Spoon track) before ascending into a buoyant instrumental tangle for the final phase. Further highlights arise from the futuristic psych-pop of 'Casual', the no-wave funk dalliances of 'Hibernation' and the spectral, weirdo balladry of 'Bottom Feeder'. There's a slight shift in tone towards the album's conclusion, revisiting some of the prior long-player's preoccupations with exotic beat loops on 'Vegetable Or Native' and the hazy, dreamlike 'Herbie I Love You, Now I Know'. An enthralling second outing for HWGM, Pigeons builds considerably on the groundwork laid by last year's debut.
Returning for a second album as Here We Go Magic, Luke Temple switches from solo project to bandleader, thus marking a fairly radical shift in tone from the eponymous debut to this jam-bedecked second long-player. Expanding to a quintet seems to have helped breathe new life into Temple's operation, as notably demonstrated by 'Collector', a playful, technicolour jolt of pop know-how that runs to about twice the length of the actual song at the heart of it; long after the flow of affable verse-chorus-verse action subsides, the hypnotic krautrocking second half keeps on pummelling away, proving every bit as vital. There's a similar formula behind 'Old World United', which spends its opening couple of minutes masquerading as a synth-laden motorik pop song (perhaps like a lo-fi Spoon track) before ascending into a buoyant instrumental tangle for the final phase. Further highlights arise from the futuristic psych-pop of 'Casual', the no-wave funk dalliances of 'Hibernation' and the spectral, weirdo balladry of 'Bottom Feeder'. There's a slight shift in tone towards the album's conclusion, revisiting some of the prior long-player's preoccupations with exotic beat loops on 'Vegetable Or Native' and the hazy, dreamlike 'Herbie I Love You, Now I Know'. An enthralling second outing for HWGM, Pigeons builds considerably on the groundwork laid by last year's debut.
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Returning for a second album as Here We Go Magic, Luke Temple switches from solo project to bandleader, thus marking a fairly radical shift in tone from the eponymous debut to this jam-bedecked second long-player. Expanding to a quintet seems to have helped breathe new life into Temple's operation, as notably demonstrated by 'Collector', a playful, technicolour jolt of pop know-how that runs to about twice the length of the actual song at the heart of it; long after the flow of affable verse-chorus-verse action subsides, the hypnotic krautrocking second half keeps on pummelling away, proving every bit as vital. There's a similar formula behind 'Old World United', which spends its opening couple of minutes masquerading as a synth-laden motorik pop song (perhaps like a lo-fi Spoon track) before ascending into a buoyant instrumental tangle for the final phase. Further highlights arise from the futuristic psych-pop of 'Casual', the no-wave funk dalliances of 'Hibernation' and the spectral, weirdo balladry of 'Bottom Feeder'. There's a slight shift in tone towards the album's conclusion, revisiting some of the prior long-player's preoccupations with exotic beat loops on 'Vegetable Or Native' and the hazy, dreamlike 'Herbie I Love You, Now I Know'. An enthralling second outing for HWGM, Pigeons builds considerably on the groundwork laid by last year's debut.