1/3/2025

The Legendary Masters


Drawn from the band’s mythic era of classic “arch-pop”—when melody itself seemed to pour from them like spilt gold—these twelve tracks arrive not as dusty relics but as flames freshly reawakened. A glimmering timefold—an iridescent dancing shadow cast by an era that never quite existed, and yet shaped everything that followed.

Never before released in these incarnations, they shimmer with an uncanny clarity, like songs dreamed half-remembered in some midcentury motel, lacquered in chrome and humming with atomic static.

There’s a masterful mischief at work here—tiny arrangements spiraling into cathedral mosaics, a dozen brushstrokes concealing symphonic storms. Pop as séance. Production as sleight of hand. And behind it all: the giddy ache of precision. Every note a step forward and a winking glance back.

The Legendary Masters is a radiant mirage of what pop might have become had it believed in the purity of itself a little longer. This is The Get Quick at the height of their youthful ambition, fiery experimentation, and formal grace—stitching soul into circuitry, heartbreak into harmony, myth into meter.

They would go on to achieve honors and accolades for their bold artistic upheavals, but before they could abandon the map entirely—The Get Quick had to demonstrate they could draw it with absolute precision. They had to prove to the purists they were not just innovators, but masters.

And prove it they did. And beyond... And so they remain—

The Legendary Masters.