Another Brooklyn band, another day. The breezy and dare I say hazy pop from Here We Go Magic s is probably best enjoyed on that hammock out back complimented with a Mint Julip. There is no denying that the lo-fi element added with the unidentifiable clanks and hand claps only add to the mystery behind the album. I swear that some of the percussion sounds could come from the use of bones, perhaps human ones? Good thing I will be able to report from Austin on there shennigans on stage. Make sure you catch them!
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