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Genre:
Rock
Release Date: 10/02/2007
Hailed as
Bruce Springsteen's return to rock upon its release in fall 2007,
Magic isn't quite as straightforward as that description would have it seem. True, this does mark another reunion with
the E Street Band, only his second studio album with the group since 1984's
Born in the U.S.A., giving this a rock & roll heft missing from his two previous albums -- the dusty, literary
Devils & Dust and the raucous
We Shall Overcome: The Pete Seeger Sessions -- and unlike
The Rising, the first
E Street Band album of the new millennium, there is no overarching theme here. It's just a collection of songs, something that
Bruce hasn't done since
Human Touch, or maybe even
The River. All the ingredients are in place for a simple, straight-ahead rock album, except for two things:
Springsteen didn't write a lot of flat-out rock songs, and with his producer
Brendan O'Brien, he didn't make an album that
sounds much like a rock & roll album, either.
Magic is bright and punchy, a digital-age production through and through, right down to how each track feels as if it were crafted according to its own needs instead of the record as a whole.
Underneath this shiny veneer,
the E Street Band can still lift this music toward great heights, infusing it with a sense of majesty, but this is an
E Street Band that was recorded piecemeal in the studio, pasted together track by track as the group fit sessions into their busy schedules. This approach gives the album a bit of a mannered, meticulous sound not unlike
The Rising, but such careful construction was appropriate for
Springsteen's cautious, caring 9/11 rumination; on
Magic it tends to keep the music from reaching full flight. Then again, the songs here don't quite lend themselves to either the transcendent sweep of
Born to Run or the down-n-dirty roadhouse rockers that cluttered
The River. There's a quiet melancholy underpinning this album. It's evident even on the hard-driving
"Radio Nowhere," whose charging guitars mask a sense of desperation, or the deceptively breezy
"Girls in Their Summer Clothes," which grows more wistful with each passing chorus.
"Girls" is also indicative of how
Magic doesn't quite feel like classic
E Street Band, even when it offers reminders of their classic sound: like
"Born to Run," it trades upon
Phil Spector, but here the band doesn't absorb the Wall of Sound; they evoke it, giving the song a nostalgic bent that emphasizes the soft sadness in his melody. This oddly bittersweet vibe that is shared by
"Your Own Worst Enemy," whose baroque harpsichords -- uncannily reminiscent of
the Left Banke -- are the biggest curveball here.
That is, it's the biggest specific curveball outside of the overall feel of
Magic, which is far too somber to be called just another rock & roll album. The solemn, sepia-toned picture of the Boss on the cover is a pretty big tip-off that there may not be a whole lot of good times coming on
Magic, but it's a surprise that this is not only not as joyous as
We Shall Overcome, it doesn't have as many moments of sunny relief as
The Rising, which had
"Waitin' on a Sunny Day" and
"Mary's Place" among its quiet, artful grief. Here, the joy and the sadness are fused, skewing such otherwise lively numbers as
"Livin' in the Future" -- which otherwise sounds like it could sneak onto the second side of
Born in the U.S.A. -- toward the sober side.
Springsteen also targets war and politics throughout the album, either through metaphors (the title track, where the audience is suckered by a con man) or blunt declarations (
"Last to Die"). All this toil and tension doesn't make for a very fun album, but 2007 isn't a very fun time, so it's an appropriate reflection of the time. The thing of it is, despite some fine moments of craft -- both musical and lyrical, whether on
"Gypsy Biker" or
"Long Walk Home" -- the songs aren't written with the keen literary eye that made
Devils & Dust play like a collection of short stories. Like the music, the words just feel a shade too deliberate, rendering
Magic just a bit too overthought -- hardly enough to make for a bad record, but one that isn't quite grabbing, even if it is helped immeasurably by
the E Street Band in old pro mode. And what's missing comes into sharp relief as the album draws to a close with
"Terry's Song," a quickly written and recorded tribute to
Terry Magovern,
Springsteen's longtime friend and assistant. Compared to the rest of the album, this simple tune is a bit ragged, but it's soulful, moving, and indelible, immediate where the rest of the album is a shade distant. After hearing it, it's hard not to wish that
Bruce would record this way all the time.
~Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide
;)
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