Joup’s Friday Album* – Clinic ‘3 EPs’

clinic_sle_34Friday night has appeared on the horizon, and we’ve completely shaken Thursday’s tail – I saw it get vacuumed into the vanishing point of the rearview mirror. So put ‘er in 5th, and gun that motherfucker to the liquor store, ’cause it’s the Joup Friday Album…or in today’s case, put the sprogs in bed, kick off your slippers for your outdoor shoes and pop to the Off License and get a few bevvies in, ’cause it’s the Joup Friday ‘3 EPs’ courtesy of four plucky young lads from Liverpool; we can never be sure whether they’ve had Mop Tops or not throughout their 15 year career, given their penchant for appearing decked out like The Medical Residents, resplendent in surgical caps, gowns and face masks.

Careening into Jesus’ weekend, “Christ” get’s a shout-out in the first verse after a Ronettes’ ‘Be My Baby’ drum intro, before things get kind of White Light/White Heat with scintillating vintage keyboard needling its way through everything. From here-on-in there’s some bastardised surf guitar, vinyl scratch, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Laurie Anderson sample, some soporific melodica and the piano-pulsing woozy outro of ‘Voot’. Released at the death of the 20th Century, it’s hard to think of another band since that sounded this good before recording their debut, and you’d have a viable argument for suggesting even Clinic themselves have never really sounded this good since. Despite having gone on to considerable success – appearing on Letterman and winning plaudits from the likes of Radiohead and Beck – even it’s excellent follow-up, debut ‘Internal Wrangler’ never quite recaptured the dirty urgency and grimy excitement evident on such early promise.

Most of us have a long weekend ahead of us, and this is but 25 minutes – a blistering 25 minutes, but 25 minutes nonetheless –  and if you’re not horny during ‘Porno’, doing a sinister little Twist to ‘Monkey on Your Back’, or shaking yourself out of an imaginary car chase during ‘Cement Mixer’ you’re doing something horribly wrong. Either that or you left the best part of yourself in the Century this collection so sensationally signed-off.

P.S. Magic 8 Ball says Grez – “Without a doubt”

Chester Whelks

Chester Whelks

Chester Whelks is a peripheral figure on the fringes of existence. Predominantly bothering the local music scene of his native Manchester, England, he has a very finely attuned Justice-button, and knows how to call a spade a ‘Multi-Purpose Murder/Concealment Device’.

2 Responses to Joup’s Friday Album* – Clinic ‘3 EPs’
  1. […] Magic 8-Ball has it, as Chester so eloquently discovered last week. Read more about his pick Clinic ...
  2. Tommy Reply

    Man, a blast from the past. I used to love Clinic, and methinks i will be needing to go pull those old records out again to give them another spin.

    I still don’t think there’s anyone else who sounded like these guys did.

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