From the fanzine Hero Worship, Issue No. 3
by Claire McCann
The last two times Magnapop played Glasgow the vast majority of the audience was decidedly non-committal. Sure, they clapped and cheered, maybe tapped their feet and nodded their heads but, ultimately, they kept their distance and saved their energy whilst the band got on with the job of enjoying themselves regardless. My theory is that the audience's energy was being kept in store for this night. From my position, jammed tightly between the front of the stage and a couple of hundred people going apeshit, I can see condensed sweat dripping from the ceiling onto the band.
Magnapop seem even happier than usual (which is saying something), shaking hands with their adoring audience before launching into another piece of magic like 'Precious' or 'Get It Right' and causing yet another downpour of sweat from the ceiling. Glasgow loves Magnapop and about bloody time too. They deserve this kind of reaction every night of the week.
Onto Edinburgh. "It's my birthday today" announces Ruthie from the stage as Linda runs off to fetch forgotten set lists. When the crowd yells back "happy birthday" she replies "thanks, I just wanted to hear someone say that" - endearing the audience to her before they even hit us with 'Free Mud'. Although the audience here isn't as frenzied as on the previous night, there are still people throwing themselves about with wild abandon and Magnapop still give it more than their all. Once again, they fail to disappoint an expectant audience and I think I love them more and more each time I see them.
Sitting on the train/traveling ice box, my knees are bruised, I think I've pulled a muscle and I'm practically deaf in one ear but I'm far too happy to give a shit.
If you don't let a little bit of Magnapop into your life then believe me, you've only got yourself to blame.