Damn it all. Saw a fairly terrible documentary last night, We Are Wizards, detailing obsessed Harry Potter nerds who, in some way or other, interact "creatively" with the franchise.
Most of it was fairly boring: the film could have done with some judicious editing to cut it back to 30 minutes top: too many shots of seven-year-olds yelling down microphones and borderline creeps doing homemade narrations over Harry Potter films - but the glorious moments came when the filmmakers focused on the handful of bands that'd been inspired to form by JK Rowling's deathless prose, to create a new genre: wizard rock (wrock).
Foremost among them were two.
First, Harry And The Potters, a demented Jeffrey Lewis-esque duo, who thought nothing of mixing terrible guitar soloing with hyperactive stage gymnastics and college sweaters (fave song: 'Save Ginny Weasley", the minimal intro betraying a clear Jonathan Richman influence).
Second, the deranged and scarifyingly wide-eyed Draco And The Malfoys, whose major song ('My Dad Is Rich') boasts the killer couplet, "My dad is rich/And your dad is dead"... Goddamn it, but I wish Magnetic Fields or Death Cab For Cutie or someone would show half their imagination.
For your - um- delight, a video. I don't know what's more unsettling - the band or the audience.
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