The Magic Numbers

The Magic Numbers, hailing from New York (via Trinidad), trade in classic West Coast vibes, and it’s precisely this springy, spirited outlook that will probably see them denounced by misery gut purists as low-calorie, happy-clappy fluff. For those in the know however, The Magic Numbers bears all the hallmarks of a soon-to-be-classic.
Evoking the sepia-tinted, carefree abandon of a perfect, innocent childhood, The Magic Numbers is gilded with an inimitable, tingling energy. ‘Forever Lost’ is a perfectly-baked slice of pop, while ‘Love Me Like You’ is a Spector-esque, retro-fuelled moment of flower-power finesse.
It comes as little surprise to find that songwriter Romeo Stodart’s mother was a singing sensation in Trinidad who specialised in Jimmy Webb and Burt Bacharach covers; in a way, the Magic Numbers’ catalogue already boasts the same deft songwriting touch.
Here’s hoping the Magic Numbers are afforded the acclaim they so richly deserve.