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on 1 December 2008
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 words, it doesn't quite bite, even though it snaps its teeth often, and near.
'IW' discloses it's secrets to it's 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 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...