There’s not many bands that embody the mystique of ultra-hip urban cool right now quite like RIP Magic. Fronted by Marco Pini (Sorry), a secretive last 12 months has been all super exclusive East London parties, sneaking onto the lower echelons of tastemaking festival bills, waiting for the iron to get hot, waiting for the right time to strike…
And good news is that their debut release – a double whammy no less – positively tingles with promise. First up, ‘Loot’ chunters in with a seriously swaggering attitude – a grinding, suspenseful underbelly which is inflamed by huge fucking synth-lines like laser beams to the eyeballs, channeling the unpredictable electronic-rock of The Fall’s ‘Unutterable’, mixed with the pop-art experimentalism of Plastic Beach-era Gorillaz. ‘Dox’ by contrast is measured and restrained, revealing a more polished, auto-tuned disposition than its recalcitrant predecessor. Here, bitcrushing trip-hop rhythms cruise and smoulder, feeling more at ease in the Y2k-core alt-pop zeitgeist than in the seething grassroots bunkers.
Coming in at under 3 minutes a go, the RIP Magic experience, as it reveals itself thus far is an ephemeral and tantalising one, ineluctably hinting at worlds far larger than they are yet willing to reveal. Come on, guys, we’re waiting…
Photo by Beth Boswell-Knight
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