9.8.07

THE ROYAL WE 

a record i like! the royal we. they're from magical glasgow. i don't believe in magic any more. magic is a boy with glasses pressing his knee against yours. he's wearing a paisley shirt. his hand trembles a bit. he talks about the field mice, the pastels album he's bidding on on ebay. he's reading an old puffin book, orange and cream cover, joyce carey or laurence durrell or something. the pages smell of old paper, they're faded to that tobacco colour of old pubs. he's wearing brogues, you want to stick pins into all the tiny holes. he could be your cowboy. magic is a girl, o a girl just seen out of the corner of your eye, tipping onto her back holding the camera at arm's length in her myspace shot. or with tilted head, gazing into the distance, the nothingness, the big black hole that is the webcam on the computer she's staring at, the person who's making her laugh, the person who isn't you. the girl she has wrinkles in her white stockings, her knees are all angles, her dress is elastic waisted, you want to ping it to make her giggle, you want your hands your fingers burrowing under the elastic, seeing the big spots on the fabric swish around her thighs while you burrow, camera obscura on the stereo, the girl kind of reminds you of traceyann or even clare groghan in gregory's girl, the girl isn't even real, she lives in america, you spoke on skype one time it was magic. she could be your cowgirl. HEY LISTEN, magic doesn't exist okay? glasgow isn't magic. that boy isn't magic. that girl isn't magic. magic is a bell jar. it flies around. it settles on you for a while, that boy, that girl, you move around inside the bell jar for a while, gently kissing, then the bell jar lifts up and what do you know, there isn't any cowboy. THAT SAID. this record opens with... nope, can't be bothered to do any describing. oh, quickly: fiddles. oohooh-ahh. drums. girls in hats and specs. some guitars in a kind of poppy chalets-ish way but better than that sounds. LISTEN UP FOR YOURSELF! especially 'all the rage', it has drums that make me gasp.

ps - they have a song called 'back and forth forever' so how could you not love them if you know what i mean and i think you do. ))<>((

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