March 5, 2009

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Here We Go Magic, Here We Go Magic
Western Vinyl, Feb. 24

An adorable record, the new project from Luke Temple — an alumnus of Boston’s School of the Museum of Fine Arts, and it shows — is a spacey look at what Paul Simon might be doing if he’d been on the rise in a time when it was okay to throw together songs without the traditional Tin Pan Alley structure. Unlike Simon, the guitar-slaps and primitive wood-block samples that serve as continuity for these gliding, puffy whisps of song aren’t just fig leafs proffered to some vague idea of your basic culturally aware audience but simply the proper things to be doing. This guy reminds me of another unsung favorite, Winston Giles, in that you never know where a twangy, sublime piece of America-influenced guitar may lead — in this case, “Tunnelvision” ascends beautifully to an all-too-rarely-visited altitude of soaring falsetto, propelled along by sitar-like finger-pluckings. I’m not sure the point of “Ghost List,” a crescendo of white-noise that slogs along far past hammering home the point, but I’m forced to hand Temple a pass for that — everything else is a perfect, unobtrusive, un-snobby storm of remarkably pleasant post-rock vibe. A+Eric W. Saeger