The Magnetic Fields are one of my all time favorite bands, ever since seeing them live in New Orleans ten years ago (gasp) and playing their 3 CD compiliation 69 Love Songs until the lyrics became my unconscious narrative. And now they're back with their follow-up to Distortion, a folksy LP, titled Realism, which dropped Wednesday via Nonesuch Records. The album centers more on acoustic strumming, folk sensibilities, flourishing keys and subject matter such as cults and shipwrecks. No one writes love, or for that matter indifference as clever, witty and achingly beautiful as Stephin Merritt. Swoon.
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