Agnes - Magic Still Exists (+ Here Comes The Night)

[Apoca]

Has she had her BABBY yet?

All the way back in autumn!

 

[Soldi]

She was PREGNANT? SINCE WHEN?

 

[AlgoAlex]

She was PREGNANT? SINCE WHEN?

But was she DOUBLE pregnant ?

 

[LTZ]

Has she had her BABBY yet?

yes as far as I know, and she’s working on new music

 

[VoR]

She performed at Stockholm Pride tonight.

 

[VoR]

 

[Apoca]

Spiritual Disco interval act Malmö 2024.

 

[Pipo]

oh go off hand-o-graphy queen

 

[Kratz]

DO A TOUR WOMAN

You have the greatest song of the 21st century - PROMOTE IT

 

[LTZ]

listening to this on a saturday evening while sipping watermelon margaritas and it still sounds brilliant.. such an absolute masterpiece of an album

 

[LTZ]

THIS IS THE GREATEST PIECE OF MUSIC OF OUR GENERATION*

*- Possibly

absolutely and irrevocably and resolutely

 

[Kratz]

It’s still the best pop song of the last ten years

 

[LTZ]

It’s still the best pop song of the last ten years

without any doubt… and it should have been a worldwide hit

 

[LTZ]

For all the nights you were the last one to go home
Not cause you're lonely, you're just holding onto hope

has there ever been a song more devastating?

 

[LTZ]

just listened to Magic still exists again and it’s still so utterly brilliant. I don’t know why exactly but this album just touches me in some really profound way

 

[LTZ]

I only just realised that Agnes’s songwriter on Magic ( and husband) Vincent Pontare wrote Sine from above, which is my favourite song off Chromatica.

 

[LTZ]

« Of all the superb things about Here Comes the Night, my favourite is that I can easily - and frequently do - imagine it gatecrashing the video for the greatest night song of all, Summer Night City, specifically that bit on the boat where you worry slightly for Frida’s safety as she’s jigging about just a bit too much, while Agnetha clings on wearing the rictus grin of someone preparing for impending death. Now picture Agnes, aboard a glitzy powerboat, racing up Saltsjön bay in the opposite direction with her own record blasting out, spraying ABBA with freezing cold inlet water (Frida embraces the moment, Agnetha makes a mental note to get her top dry cleaned) and then, realising the pop crime she’s committed, ushers the band to the safety of her vessel, where they agree to make a record together and change pop history forever. I may have over-fantasised about this, but you catch my drift: Here Comes the Night can compete with the classics. Which is hardly surprising as itbears all the hallmarks of an anthem for the ages: anticipation, drama, statement synths, ominous piano lingering around the chords and a breakdown that sounds like something Mozart might have rattled off on a good day, but with added beats. But the most prominent of those hallmarks is Agnes herself, delivering a hymn to the darkness with authority, defiance and respect. »

quoted from this brilliant blog