After roughly a decade on hiatus — with one brief reconnection in 2011 — Space, of Liverpool, have returned, bearing new tunes and gearing up for a tour.
I’m trying to figure out what to say about this video and don’t quite know where to begin. Okay, let’s try a numbered list:
1) The camera close-ups highlight that these dudes are old(er) and have earned some gray hair and wrinkles. They are all the more dear for it, and I really didn’t know who they were before, uh, today.
2) There is all manner of “weird” stuff — literally, things: all kinds of dolls, vintage musical instruments, religious statuettes, rows of rusty scissors — which I’m sure was art directed within an inch of it’s collective life, but — I don’t know, I feel a certain sympathy for the magpie heart that collects that kind of thing for real.
3) The song itself is also about the — the challenge, if you will, of being the owner of that kind of magpie heart. Of being able to find home for all sorts of oddly painted creatures and uses for half-broken tools but yet being flummoxed by the sudden … Continue reading