CL.1 By Clone is the first of two albums I'm reviewing this week that involve Martin Bisi and BC studios, this one was Co-produced in that fabled complex with LG Galleon. Clone are LG Galleon, Gregg Giuffre, Max Idas and Dominick Turi. They will be playing sporadically on the East Coast of the USA until the middle of October.
The album opens with Room Of Tears that builds from a synth intro into widescreen indie rock, that maybe drowning in tears but still feels full of hope amongst the despair, you try to find a way out of all the misery, searing guitars try to persuade you not to mutilate yourself anymore.
Immutable has a searing late 80's corporate indie guitar sound, somewhere between Easterhouse and Psychedelic Furs, swelling metastasizing in the way the vocals sound more fraught, in despair but at what Immutable truth are they trying to get to the heart of.
Dazzler sparkles with energy in a Crockett's meets Rueben searing indiecore to get you moving in the moonlight, the orders are declaimed towards you, he instructs you in what you need to do, to become his tonight.
Dividing Line has classic jangle pop guitars for the strained vocals, postpunk drums to decide which side of that dividing line they sit on.
Still Life is more in a Pavement, Sebadoah slacker vein, they hope one day to convince her, him or they, that they really are the one for them.
Salt Sea Strain sweeps slowly, sophistry seeps sweet shimmers, blowing across, voices in the wind, hopes extracted.
Redeemer sounds like it should be a Pixies song title, the way the guitars plunge and soar, enveloping the listener in the tumult of the times, hoping for redemption, a return to sanity, defeating this selfish age one guitar implosion at a time.
Insides has a classic Glam metal guitar intro that quickly goes a lot darker indie, they make clear how they want to mutate into you, be totally with in you, cloaked within your skin, shattered pulsations drummed into your mind, Amphetamine Miracle 3 style.
Triage screams into life like some mass casualty event is unfolding, you're screaming for someone to Triage all the victims surrounding you, splenetic guitars accompany the counting of the bodies, they want to turn things around bringing back normality.
The album closes with the longest track on the album, it takes them six minutes to complete the Resurrection, protocols need following, chiming grinding guitars, wallowing in distress drumming, mantra like pleas making clear that you want to go back to the one you spurned, resurrecting that relationship, making up for your wandering away.
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