BBC Review
Scouse art noise terrorists return with an oblique but rewarding sixth album...
Daryl Easlea2007
If you asked the man on the Todmorden tram about Clinic, he may know that they scored a minor hit in 2000 after Leviās used their āThe Second Lineā in one of their jeans ads, they wear surgical masks on stage and that they were among John Peelās favourites. What is hard to believe is that the Liverpudlian noise-terrorists⢠who āignore the tenets and trends of the music industryā have been going now for over a decade. To tie in with their appearance supporting Roky Erickson at Jarvis Cockerās Meltdown on Londonās South Bank, theyāve given us this succinct appraisal of their other side: 30 minutes of twisted wonder, a collection of their odds and sods.
The minor blues of āChristmasā (my current favourite tune, in the world, ever), complete with its melodica nod to Irving Berlinās āCheek To Cheekā ā the B side of āCome Into Our Roomā and the stinking loud feedback drenched āThe Majesticā ā from the back of āThe Return Of Evil Billā are as illustrative as you are going to get from a group who come up with something different every time. Melody, invention and noise are all here. When beats and samples kick in, say on the Dusty Springfield-āSpookyā sampling āLee Shanā, it demonstrates how the group, blessed with all their restless art, could be if they wished to follow some straight commercial course. Approach with an open mind and receive great pleasure in return.


