Raising the roof? They’re raising the bloody sky by now.
It’s getting a bit ridiculous. We’ve been gathered around here in the Dork offices scrolling through dictionaries. Big, small, some in different languages, even a picture one. It’s been an interesting time, but we can happily say - with plenty of conviction - that there are no more words to describe how ace The Magic Gang truly are. With ‘Getting Along’, they’ve somehow managed to bring the fevered energy and pints in the air spirit of taking over the world and distilled it into an under-three-minute banger we’ll all be screaming along to.
Okay, maybe we do have some words then.
From the very moment it comes into view, ‘Getting Along’ combines everything we’ve loved about The Magic Gang into one heavyweight statement. Earnest and doe-eyed, it’s a track that shimmies and rips in all the right places, one that knows those right moments to push things into another league. It’s rare you hear a guitar-band truly nail what it is to write jubilant and infectious anthems like this, a call to wrap your arms around the stranger next to you and belt every word out as if it’s closing time in the boozer you’ve found yourself in.
The Magic Gang are a special band. You don’t need us to tell you that. But with ‘Getting Along’, they’ve shown that even after all those tracks before it, after all those years of build-up and adulation - they’re only just getting started. Raising the roof? They’re raising the bloody sky by now.
There, looks like we have plenty of words still to write. Now, where did we put our thesaurus? Next time we might not be so lucky. Jamie Muir