Here Come The Wild Waves

by Magical Beautiful

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about

Magical Beautiful is a Chicago quartet playing supremely dubbed-out, psychedelic synth pop. Founded in 2006 by piano teacher Tyson Torstensen, Here Come The Wild Waves is their first proper full-length, the product of four years of studio experimentation. Over this time, Magical Beautiful self-released many other records, hand-packaged, confounding and full of care. From full-group improvisations to DJ mixes to solo piano recordings, these releases are important steps, yet even taken as a whole, do not prepare the listener for the epic structure that is "...Wild Waves".

An album in the truest sense, with a program pause only to switch sides, "...Wild Waves" was built to be listened to in one sitting. Side A side opens with the quiet chorus of an early Spring, and ends with the exultant joy of a late Summer night. Side B enters with a horn calling for Autumn, then proceeds to crawl through a bleak Chicago Winter. The final minutes of this song cycle wake the listener with a surprising modulation to a major key, encouragement to flip the record to start the year anew.

In the tradition of Brian Eno's last two pop albums of the 1970's, "...Wild Waves" includes ambient pieces interspersed with the "normal" songs. Unlike Eno's records, the instrumental bits are embedded within the songs themselves- daydreams from the heavy religious-family narratives about which Torstensen sings. The ambient pieces are built upon hijacked sections of other songs - "Heaven Underwater" is Vinz's choral backing from “Purest Place" slowed down a whole-step, while "White Whale Song" was built around a live group improvisation. This aggressive sound manipulation can be linked to the studio experimentation of dub producer Lloyd "Bullwackie" Barnes, Krautrock engineer Conny Plank and early pop fantasist Joe Meek. The latter's still-peerless production, "I Hear A New World" is covered here in near-unrecognizable form.

Another, more contemporary sound obsessive, Phil Elverum (Mount Eerie; The Microphones), is re-imagined on the B-side - MB transforms his "Flaming Home" from a plaintive, spare meditation on natural loneliness to an expansive, stoned epic. Anchored by Ward's drums, (rendered massive through Broste's engineering), "Flaming Home" is perhaps the best example of MB's unique attention to sonic detail. New sounds crawl from the shadows upon each listen, with onion-peel layers of echo and stereo-panned detail – this cubist approach to production makes "...Wild Waves" a superb headphone album.

The album comes to a head with the closer, “Wild Waves”, a 9-minute reflection on Torstensen’s tangled family trip aboard a massive Caribbean cruise ship (see also: “Ghetto Tourist”; the Right Rock). Following a malfunctioning synth, Torstensen invokes several characters: the ship itself, The Caribbean Princess; Pink Man, clueless tourist; Captain, ship celebrity; and the narrator, drunk at Seńor Frogs after getting mugged on his search for the “real” Jamaica. Digital waves wash over the first half of the song, and Vinz’s banjo emerges for a 3-minute nap on a private beach, awoken by a drunken conga line of sun-burned synthesizers.

While master-minded by Torstensen (also a member of minimalist prog heroes GA’AN, whose Lindsay Powell appears on backing vocals here), one only needs to listen to the solo EP Right Rock (2008) to hear the massive influence Broste, Vinz and Ward have exacted upon Magical Beautiful. They are the glue that keeps MB’s rickety space-scraper from toppling back to earth. All members are life-long, multi-talented musicians who have played in bands as varied as Wilco, Akron/Family and Casiotone For The Painfully Alone.

Here Come The Wild Waves is not easily described – it’s a disorienting, three-dimensional record that takes multiple listens to grasp. The scope may be intimidating, but the songs are hook-filled and well-crafted, with magical realist stories of Mormon ritual, spiritual confoundedness, class enlightenment and sea-fuelled fantasy. Listen closely - you will be rewarded.

credits

released 24 June 2011
Nick Broste - organ, trombone, etc.
Tyson Torstensen - vocals, keyboards, programming, etc.
Charlie Vinz - stringed instruments, backing vocals, etc.
Alance Ward - drums, melodica, etc.
**Click on individual tracks for detailed credits.
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Produced by Tyson Torstensen for I Hear A New World/Night Terror.
Engineered and mixed by Nick Broste and Tyson Torstensen.
Cover artwork by Charlie Vinz.
Layout by Alance Ward.
Mastered by Peter Andreadis for All City Mastering.

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Track Name: Silverado
I had a vision: we were lost in the shadows
Tranced by a white ghost in the brown dirt of the hill Silverado
So I prayed twice for the devil to go home
Back to his Father floating, flaming in the sky all alone
I prayed to god for the first time today
Oh, what did I say?

(Chorus)
I prayed for my quick heart to slow down its pulse and obey
The red sounds that make okay my blue thoughts and palliate the cleft in my brain
I prayed for my soul not to break apart no matter what the Cap'n say
And to hear the wonder waiting under white ghosts who while away my day, but to my dismay
There were no white ghosts

When I came to, I was in a dying tree
The night sky made me feel as if I were floating at sea
Like the Big Ship were lost and it were up to me
To right our roll port, pitching pitching, panting panting, until we see
That we're on the ghost's trail
And we're taking the wind out of his golden angel sail

(Chorus)
Track Name: Ghetto Tourist
Look over my shoulder
Look back at the runway
Watchin' for that cloudburst
Waitin' for that better day

I really oughta run away
"I really oughta look", he say
He took my dollar bill away
I taste a billy club today

Run to the big ship
Run from the shanty town
My skin pink as kitten's mitt
My skin pink as Brother's brown

I really felt alive today
Sweatin' on this island bay
Soakin' up the manna rays
Stumblin' through the wild waves

I'm a sweatin', fearin' Ghetto Tourist 'board this boat
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On the water, whales are fodder for a bloody end
Their white tails reddened by the dead-end of their last ascent
My head is swimmin' with this vision and I can't pretend it's alright

In this port-town on the low down, Brother's hand in my pocket
Sister hisses, "Mr. Heart Is Open, you better lock it"
I try to lock it - in this fake like I lock it.

On the airplane I can stare pain straight, anxiety wanes
Waxin' drunk on gin and gin and tonic bumps
Slumpin' low I catch a windowed glimpse of heaven's magic gaze

On the record he afford my soul infinity
Warped and moldy, Scratched he boldly curse my luxury
I try to rock it, on this cursed tape I rock.
We gotta lock it, in this fake like I mock, "I'm alright."
Track Name: Wild Waves
In this light tonight (it's light all night)
I'm stumblin' through my cabin
While white whale ghosts sing half-songs
Just off the southern coast
With their white whale songs
I'm on their white whale waves

In the deep-eark down below
She dreams of Caribbean snow
Just like the last four nights
As homeland come into sight
She's on these whild waves

"Oh look!" - the Pink Man spoke with all his smoke
He's sayin', "Captains comin' close, he gonna make you broke
On these wild waves."

THese wild waves are breakin' fast
As Princess pitches fore and aft
It takes takes takes, it breaks breaks breaks
All it cannot fake
On these wild waves, wild waves, wild waves, etc.

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(banjo solo)

On the shore today, "Montego Bay)
Lay PInk Man in his white suit
Whild Captain drink caiprinha,
I drink a hundred shots tequila
On this island bay. I'm drunk on this island bay.

On the bridge, her heart is breakin'
'Cause the engine room is shakin'
As the boat moans low
Ain't gonna take her home
Back to her island bay. She cryin' 'bout her island bay.

Oh look! - The Heavens broke as Thunder spoke,
It's sayin', "End is comin' close,
You better quit your boast about this island bay."
Yeah, it's ending on this island bay.

This island bay is sinkin' fast
As Princess cruises her way past
With its white whale songs
And its broken dreams
And the Pink Man's boast
And the Caribbean snow
(Yeah, the Caribbean snow)
It brings th ewild waves.
Here come the wild waves.
Here come the wild waves.
Here come the wild waves.
Crashin' on this island bay.
Here come the wild waves
Here come the wild waves.
Here come the wild waves.
Here come the wild waves....