Genre-bending singer/songwriter Luke Temple is back under the moniker Here We Go Magic.
Genre-bending singer/songwriter Luke Temple’s first two albums garnered critical praise from some of indie rock’s elder statesmen, like Death Cab for Cutie’s Ben Gibbard and Sufjan Stevens; his voice alone is worth the hype. Temple’s brand of bedroom atmospherics is marketed perfectly for his latest record, self-titled under his new moniker, Here We Go Magic (which, as far as I can tell, has nothing to do with David Copperfield, Orlando, or Mr. Johnson). The lo-fi masterpiece was recorded on a four-track in his Brooklyn apartment, and from the opening strains of woozy ‘Only Pieces,’ it’s clear Temple has worn out his copy of Paul Simon’s Rhythm of the Saints—and MGMT’s ‘Electric Feel’—while floating through a tunnel of free love. The pulsing rhythms, kaleidoscopic krautrock, and underwater instrumentals only get trippier from there. Call it Graceland, Memphis, in Greenpoint, Brooklyn—it’s every bit as transcendent.
