But just as before Magazine Gap are experts at juxtaposition, and the reflections of someone looking back over the decisions that have shaped their life are balanced by the most buoyant pop hook and sunshine grooves this side of a Barbadian calypso festival. Maybe if more bands were able to use such a slick and accessible package to smuggle in a bit of substance then the modern musical landscape might be in altogether better shape.
So, it pops and grooves like a goodun’ but for all its space and infectiousness it also has some wonderful hidden depths and subtle textures. Piano riffs chime around the edges, subtle bass pulses ground the song allowing the drums to wander around the beat and the result is a gloriously engaging package.
Pop may have become the music of convenience; a sugar rush to be used and discarded when compared to seemingly more earnest forms, but Magazine Gap may have just invented something unique within the genre. Throwaway pop that you will want to listen to again and again and again and…. How cool is that?
