the Clientele are one of those bands who seem to inhabit an imaginative world all of their own, completely enclosed and self-defined. It's hard to pin down the mood of this record, there's a strange distanced, almost hallucinatory ambience going on. I can hear some of the atmospherics of Felt here, and perhaps the chamber pop of Love or Cardinal too. It also reminds me of some Flying Nun bands. But the Clientele are definitely their own band, and in my opinion, with the Violet Hour, they've transcended genre limitations and are offering us something with a gorgeous, restless beauty. This is a work of art.