We'll dispense with the Magma backstory here; suffice it to say that if you're unfamiliar with their work, it would behoove you to rectify the problem forthwith. The interesting thing here is that a band with such rich (and sometimes garish) imagery gets such a simplistic label treatment. No sign of the killer Magma logo, no alien or futuristic imagery, just a little fruit (though in New Jersey, the tomato is apparently officially considered a vegetable). The label lacks the majesty of “De Futura,” which fills the second side of this record with bombastic swagger, but we love this label all the same. If only all challenging and idiosyncratic music were adorned with a cute little friend come in from the garden...
