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Here Come The Wild Waves (2011)

by Magical Beautiful

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    Vinyl LP on 150-gram vinyl. Full color jacket with artwork by band-member Charlie Vinz. Lyrics and liner notes on two-sided inner-sleeve with die-cut hole.

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Purest Place 09:23
Silverado 03:15
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)
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 --------- 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."
Wild Waves 08:42
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. ----- (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....


"Magical Beautiful flaunt all manner of potential with Here Come the Wild Waves (I Hear a New World) in Beta Band-esque fashion. With a record this dynamic in the can, the only question is whether MB can maintain their creative momentum, venturing as they do into the orbit of synth saturn, noise neptune and prog pluto. There's a feeling a lot of thought and care have gone into every nook/cranny. As mad stabs at metronome and programming dissolve in a FIZZ-KERSPLUME and puff out of existence, they usher in a new section with stretches of lasers, synth/sample math, dub-rock, middling vocals, smooth stabs at Stereolab and instances where it wouldn't be weird to mention No Means No, nor Unicorns, nor Radiohead. You just can't put a price on that; never could. I'm in." - Signal To Noise

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"In the original Acid Archives, one of the general sentiments stated throughout the book is that given enough time and effort, alongside solid songcraft, anyone can create a masterpiece album. In the case of Chicago’s Magical Beautiful, I would enter their full-length Here Come the Wild Waves (I Hear a New World) as full evidence that a careful hand in recording and a fantastical worldview can indeed produce a truly cohesive album that invokes the spirit and function of the rock’n'roll canon’s masterworks while matching the aesthetic of the very best private press records.

Magical Beautiful is a psychedelic project lead by Tyson Torstensen (who also runs I Hear a New World Records), featuring instrumentalists Nick Broste, Charlie Vinz, and Alance Ward, as well as guests Colby Starck and Lindsay Powell. The group represents the talents behind some of Chicago’s most surreal, imaginative, and experimental projects outside of the fuzzy mainline of the psychedelic/acid punk underground. Here Come the Wild Waves is the result of four years in the studio, and the stamp of painstaking care is evident from the artwork through to the sounds jumping off the wax.

Magical Beautiful create their own world of ambient pop, structured in such a way to provide seamless transitions between songs, resulting in side-long suites that produce a true cohesion and development. The first side leans toward electronic, key/synth-driven passages, landing somewhere between driving, percussive, repetitive song structures and spacious dub moves. Rhythmically engaging from the start, the first side lacks nothing in the department of synthetic beats, breaks, lead lines, and arpeggios, creating a focused dreamscape that suggests music that you’ve yet to hear on this earth. Patient drop-outs and frantic rapid-fire vocal deliveries color the side with contrasting developments that produce a bizarre sense of space and progression.

Contrasting the rhythmic first side, flipping the wax unveils a sweeping, cinematic, dramatic opening that flavors the ambiance for the bulk of that side. Proceedings unfold slowly here, and are much more open than the driven passages of the first side. Here and there, dub flavorings and synth leads return, tinted by the sweeping development of the second side. Closing track “Wild Waves” is one of the keys to unlocking Magical Beautiful’s musical vision, and the slowly developing ambient passages and noise swells that lead to the track are as stunning as the final track’s reprise of the themes running through the entire album.

Look toward this album as an escape, perhaps a dreamscape, an entry of forward-looking progressive pop that features strong electronic and ambient moves. If Charlie Vinz’s cover art is any hint – a floating character sneaks over a collage of Chicago’s northwest Loop and some faceless pueblo scene, lifting one of the windy city’s trademark buildings – you should expect surprises befitting pioneers traveling through a boundless imaginary world that is constructed as they proceed." - Foxy Digitalis


released June 24, 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.

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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The music of Tyson Thurston & co. Established 2006 in Chicago, IL, USA; relocated to Los Angeles, CA, USA; 2017. Film music, solo compositions, Magical Beautiful, Night Terror, Ga'an, Gaspra, Axis:Sova, etc.

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