In one of those moments that you remember unironically loving, the culmination of a childhood supermarket trip sometimes ended in putting a quarter in a vending machine and getting a rubber ball. When you're eight things are simple, and highly elastic petroleum products are about as fun as fun gets. Over time this love of simple things dies; you learn multiple layers of meaning, begin saying disingenuous things for reasons you don't completely understand and, in short, become a jackass. You lose these small loves. Magic Kids aren't childish but they are rooted in those moments of deeply uncritical happiness. Somewhere between Belle and Sebastian covering a lost Beulah record and Beulah covering a Belle and Sebastian A-side, "Superball" is effervescent and entirely full of life. This is blurry, multicolored nostalgia. Remember?
Listen :: Magic Kids - "Superball"