The Magnetic Fields
Realism

It's all Real, too real.

Considering that The Magnetic Fields are more of a creed to me than just a 'favorite band', I thought I would be too subjective in reviewing this album.

At least that was what I believed until the end of listening to "Realism," the new arrival in the Merritt household. Let's say that the cover could suggest some connection with the previous "Distortion," maybe a sequel, maybe the 'other' part, maybe just a graphic whim. However, taking a comprehensive view of all the pieces and comparing them with their predecessors, I realize that perhaps there's very little to share. Massive layers of strings, overdubs of vocals and timid dancing rhythms. An opening that feels familiar (see 69 Love Songs), an ending that's not entirely a goodbye, and perhaps it's better that way. In short, if you're really decided and wake up in the morning with the idea of having to get this album, then go ahead and play it in your stereo until you're nauseated. You'll like it. If you're unsure, listen to it before buying it.

Transcending monetary discussions, Merritt never misses a beat, and a point must be given to his consistent sharpness in the lyrics (italianized from lyrics, n.d.a.) and the ability that allows him in 2010, with various projects behind him, to still produce something that makes a difference. Because despite everything, if this is the first album by The Magnetic Fields you listen to, it's hard for you to find any compositional tautology.