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From a seedy underworld of gothic malevolence and bad voodoo comes this, Clinic's long-awaited debut album. On Internal Wrangler, these four serious young conceptual post-punkers pull on their emergency-room overalls and go about dissecting the dark underbelly of rock history with a scalpel, sewing it back together in unique malformations. There's knowing references to the smack-addled chug of Velvet Underground's "White Light / White Heat", the acerbic eclecticism of the Beatles' White Album and even a dark, serious nod to Johnny Cash's "Ring Of Fire" on the creaking workout of "TK". But really, Internal Wrangler sounds like nothing else past or present--a 30-minute death-rattle of caustic, shrieking garage-punk, interspersed with murky funeral interludes and malevolent post-folk nursery rhymes--even a song called "Hippy Death Suite". Surely, this is a band to kill for. --Louis Pattison
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'Internal Wrangler' a definite must-have
Long before weird and money-making hybrids of indie-pop identified, won and lost the genre any guts and credibility, there were bands who were reasonably successful, thank you very much, making music where ideas either kind of worked or kind or failed, but were tried out nonetheless. So, it's always good for the soul when you hear a band who don't have both eyes on the bank balance. When you hear someone 'go at it' with sparks, ingenuity or attitude. Or, very occasionally, all three. As Clinic do. Not everyone's going to like them. If watching means being able to do huge dances and really get plastically hammed-up, forget it. If listening to music is only worth it if you're looking for heroics, go elsewhere. Clinic stick with genre-surfing, keyboard sounds tested by lunatics, echoey production values and odd song titles. All of which means that they'll probably never hit it 'big' and will probably be a butt of the 'indie' tag for ever. They've been compared to Suicide; though they're not quite as one dimensional; and The Fall, but then who hasn't? The title track of the recent 'Internal Wrangler' album has more than a hint of The Thirteenth Floor Elevators. They used to dress up in Sergeant Pepper suits and medical masks. More recently, they just bash it out, as anonymously and as brilliantly as any act around. Their recorded work sticks to the themes mentioned above and gives them a distinctive style. One album and four or five singles in, and there's plenty there for 'fans' to start sinking their choppers into. Clinic seen to have hunches that pay off. Voodoo Wop, the first track on the recently released Internal Wrangler album is a film soundtrack workout, with bongos and a tripping, slightly jazzy bass line. They do off-kilter punk noise, most noticeably on C.Q., and aficionados of mad organs on an electro-relentless beat should go crazy for 2/4. All Clinic songs have got that elusive 'pop' with bite quality which dozens of their counterparts aim at, but usually don't quite get. The Second Line, for example, starts like a home-made sixties guitar hook which almost descends into pub rock, but brilliantly chugs over any mediocrity with a few nifty changes of pace, breaks and a finale brilliantly executed on some kind of zapped out mouth organ. 2nd Foot Stomp is a loopy driven doo-wop style assault, laced and aced with mucky keyboards and crazy 'doo-doo-doo' backing vocals. There's enough invention and energy on Internal Wrangler to sustain a whole career (there are slow songs, sea noises, weird Beethoven dance tracks and church organs to name a few). A definite must-have. And, inexplicably, only half an hour long. If you're up for seeing a band who have no twisty glam pretensions or annoying quirks and gimmicks, try and see them. Immediately. If not, there's always the weekly production line bands who still want to sound like The Smiths or The Stone Roses.
Long before weird and money-making hybrids of indie-pop identified, won and lost the genre any guts and credibility, there were bands who were reasonably successful, thank you very much, making music where ideas either kind of worked or kind or failed, but were tried out nonetheless. So, it's always good for the soul when you hear a band who don't have both eyes on the bank balance. When you hear someone 'go at it' with sparks, ingenuity or attitude. Or, very occasionally, all three. As Clinic do. Not everyone's going to like them. If watching means being able to do huge dances and really get plastically hammed-up, forget it. If listening to music is only worth it if you're looking for heroics, go elsewhere. Clinic stick with genre-surfing, keyboard sounds tested by lunatics, echoey production values and odd song titles. All of which means that they'll probably never hit it 'big' and will probably be a butt of the 'indie' tag for ever. They've been compared to Suicide; though they're not quite as one dimensional; and The Fall, but then who hasn't? The title track of the recent 'Internal Wrangler' album has more than a hint of The Thirteenth Floor Elevators. They used to dress up in Sergeant Pepper suits and medical masks. More recently, they just bash it out, as anonymously and as brilliantly as any act around. Their recorded work sticks to the themes mentioned above and gives them a distinctive style. One album and four or five singles in, and there's plenty there for 'fans' to start sinking their choppers into. Clinic seen to have hunches that pay off. Voodoo Wop, the first track on the recently released Internal Wrangler album is a film soundtrack workout, with bongos and a tripping, slightly jazzy bass line. They do off-kilter punk noise, most noticeably on C.Q., and aficionados of mad organs on an electro-relentless beat should go crazy for 2/4. All Clinic songs have got that elusive 'pop' with bite quality which dozens of their counterparts aim at, but usually don't quite get. The Second Line, for example, starts like a home-made sixties guitar hook which almost descends into pub rock, but brilliantly chugs over any mediocrity with a few nifty changes of pace, breaks and a finale brilliantly executed on some kind of zapped out mouth organ. 2nd Foot Stomp is a loopy driven doo-wop style assault, laced and aced with mucky keyboards and crazy 'doo-doo-doo' backing vocals. There's enough invention and energy on Internal Wrangler to sustain a whole career (there are slow songs, sea noises, weird Beethoven dance tracks and church organs to name a few). A definite must-have. And, inexplicably, only half an hour long. If you're up for seeing a band who have no twisty glam pretensions or annoying quirks and gimmicks, try and see them. Immediately. If not, there's always the weekly production line bands who still want to sound like The Smiths or The Stone Roses.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
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Somewhat ironic, isn't it, that The Second Line was used on an advert for a particular brand of jeans when the album kind of advertises another...?
The best thing about Internal Wrangler is its length, or rather lack of length. Full marks to Clinic for keeping it concise, and (nearly) full marks for an excellent array of mind-altering songs. The Velvet Underground are obviously a major influence (Distortions steals the opening lines of Candy Says, while 2/4 crams White Light / White Heat into a couple of minutes-worth of madness), but elsewhere you can hear snatches of Stereolab, Monks, Phil Spector, rockabilly, punk, country...in fact, name a musical genre and there's a fair chance it's in here. Internal Wrangler also contains 2000's best song title, the fantastic Hippy Death Suite.
A genuinely unique band, and hopefully one to treasure for a long time to come.
The best thing about Internal Wrangler is its length, or rather lack of length. Full marks to Clinic for keeping it concise, and (nearly) full marks for an excellent array of mind-altering songs. The Velvet Underground are obviously a major influence (Distortions steals the opening lines of Candy Says, while 2/4 crams White Light / White Heat into a couple of minutes-worth of madness), but elsewhere you can hear snatches of Stereolab, Monks, Phil Spector, rockabilly, punk, country...in fact, name a musical genre and there's a fair chance it's in here. Internal Wrangler also contains 2000's best song title, the fantastic Hippy Death Suite.
A genuinely unique band, and hopefully one to treasure for a long time to come.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
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This album is fantastic, I bought it on it's release and I still come back to it now! It's oh-so different from the norm, it's filled with originality, quirky and catchy tunes, and even makes me chuckle with it's cheerful moments and odd lyrics.
You will not be disappointed with purchasing this album, that is for certain.
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In the opinion of millions (that's Bill Millions, my window-cleaner) every pop kid and his bag of glue should be heading down to their local audio emporium and investing in the dynamic and pulsating Clinic album; 'Internal Wrangler'.
It's statement is smooth anger and despondent glee. Clinic have forged something adventurous and darkly entertaining, starting with the execution-worthy political incorrectness of 'Voodoo Wop' through the demented psycho-billy (literally) 'Return of Evil Bill', past the Dalek control-panel of the title-track and then....oh come on, you didn't think it would be that easy!?
What I will reveal is that 'IW' (and that has to be deliberate - I refuse to believe otherwise) is some kind of hippopotamus-insane electro rockabilly, with smatterings of funk and industrial. It hints at spiralling menace but tempers it with a camp yokel vocal, rather like 'Deliverance' set aboard the Enterprise. A stack-synth instead of a banjo, a drum-machine instead of a musket.
In other word's it doesn't quite bite, even though it snaps its teeth often, and close.
'IW' discloses its secrets to its lucky listeners, without leaving ANY clues. Clinic being yet another group I know absolutely nothing about, and yet more who have virtually blank sleeves. No bio's for Clinic - I don't think we'd like what we read...I think they drink moonshine and eat vermin, kill 'gators for clothing and warmth, burn fish for salt-ash. There nothing to which Clinic wont stoop, no degeneracy too vile...
Still, onwards and upwards eh? 'Internal Wrangler', beefed up by the crick and all that, is a perfect role-model for them kids...
It's statement is smooth anger and despondent glee. Clinic have forged something adventurous and darkly entertaining, starting with the execution-worthy political incorrectness of 'Voodoo Wop' through the demented psycho-billy (literally) 'Return of Evil Bill', past the Dalek control-panel of the title-track and then....oh come on, you didn't think it would be that easy!?
What I will reveal is that 'IW' (and that has to be deliberate - I refuse to believe otherwise) is some kind of hippopotamus-insane electro rockabilly, with smatterings of funk and industrial. It hints at spiralling menace but tempers it with a camp yokel vocal, rather like 'Deliverance' set aboard the Enterprise. A stack-synth instead of a banjo, a drum-machine instead of a musket.
In other word's it doesn't quite bite, even though it snaps its teeth often, and close.
'IW' discloses its secrets to its lucky listeners, without leaving ANY clues. Clinic being yet another group I know absolutely nothing about, and yet more who have virtually blank sleeves. No bio's for Clinic - I don't think we'd like what we read...I think they drink moonshine and eat vermin, kill 'gators for clothing and warmth, burn fish for salt-ash. There nothing to which Clinic wont stoop, no degeneracy too vile...
Still, onwards and upwards eh? 'Internal Wrangler', beefed up by the crick and all that, is a perfect role-model for them kids...
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Internal Wrangler
There's nothing particularly "experimental" or ground-breaking about Internal Wrangler. Guitar, bass, and drums are the predominant instruments, with flourishes of organ... Read more
Published on 12 Nov 2001
a mixed LP sometimes good sometimes bad like Alexi Sayle
The Spanish national football team of albums as at times it is good like with the songs Internal Wrangler,Hippy Death Suite,Distortions,The Second Line and The Return of Evil Bill... Read more
Published on 12 Oct 2001
Very strange but so kewl!
This album is not like anything u will have heard b4 and that is just one reason why it is soooo great! Read more
Published on 27 Feb 2001
Clinic- Howgood is this?
This is a really weird CD, you know the kind which sounds really weird at first and you decide you don't want anything to do with it. Read more
Published on 14 Oct 2000 by normancassidy3@activemail.co.uk
Orginal, and Loud
A superb CD, with lots of drums! This is a very good, very upbeat CD, most of the tracks are very good, but two (Return of Evil Bill & 2nd Foot Stomp)are Briliant, not for... Read more
Published on 10 July 2000 by Mr. Thomas Luesley
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