Clinic
Visitations

"Clinic is like retracing one's steps by creating something new and innovative while wonderfully cribbing, I must say, here and there in the less hidden psychedelic undergrowth of the 60s". Visitations!

It somewhat recalls the term "Visitors", which in turn reminds us of aliens... What are Clinic? Aliens? or "4 idiots with doctor masks who WANT TO HIDE their aesthetic side by fully immersing their souls in music" as someone might say, well that could be right too, why not! Yorke-style stamp. Passing by the 13th floor elevator and especially those V.U., painting or should I say "over-painting Floydian landscapes," the DEAR "Ade Blackburn & his band" copy and paste, make a cut and sew of music that almost always disorients us and sometimes manages to surprise the unsuspecting listener. I don’t even need to say it and repeat it multiple times, I am convinced this music is for a few chosen ones, for those who have been gnawing at music for years and especially know how to chew it well. I don’t want to close the circle to other novices who, knowing something about alternative, think they are "who knows who", but... like the Radiohead... take it easy I say. Because with these guys, you’ll get burned for real!!!

The "visitations" are surely slightly distant from those genius schizoid soundscapes of the debut ‘Internal Wrangler’, as it only traces its content revisiting and rearranging it, but surely, I can affirm with confidence that it is 1000 and more times better than that "demon possessed" that was the last Winchester Cathedral, "which" was nothing "but" a flat and repeated diagram for about half an hour. (Like leaving a corpse alone for a half-hour = Winchester Cathedral). The kaleidoscopic cover already deeply attracts me, I believe it’s the best Clinic cover, well, it’s the best! The content is complicated to explain in words, because you should just get it and listen to it for a while to deeply understand the dark soul of these "beings", however, I would still like to try to sketch a guide path, not so much to convince you but more to give you a comprehensive idea of what awaits you.

Thus: the menu features "Family" as the opener, guitars blasting and pounding drums, Blackburn's voice which is neurotic, nervous, sketched, and the music that as a whole reminds us so much of that masterpiece/racket/deafening of white light/white heat by the "late Velvet Underground". "Animal/Human" and "Harvest2" are "ultra-strongly" psychedelic paintings very close to the early Pink Floyd. The first includes infinitely repeated organ notes floating in a visionary magma to which a bastard guitar full of wahwah effects is then added, dirtying the visionary magma of the organ like mud. The second (Harvest) instead reminds us of the Floyd of 'Ummagumma' or those that put on a show in the desolate land of Pompeii, with a gong, percussive percussion, and a little organ that is a full "sixties program" that sweetens in the middle of the song. Another creation of the "twisted mind" of Clinic is surely "Children of Kellog" which starts with a shriek of trumpets (or whatever the hell they are) and then continues with a classic Clinic song, that is, obsessive rhythm, blaring guitars "sweetened" by Blackburn's voice that almost sounds like a cold-stricken Thom Yorke, "Children of Kellog" ends surprisingly with a piano piece played quite nicely and I might even venture to say it sounds like a storm suddenly ending leaving that evil-bastard sun glimpse that's ready to disappear again to let the world reenter the flood.

"Jigsaw Man" is presented acoustically (Clinic? Acoustic? Meh? I want to try!). At the beginning probably, I don’t remember now, I mentioned that with this new creation Clinic have approached the lightning debut of 'Internal Wrangler'. Well in the end, Clinic in this album are not the height of originality (Originality in + = Visitations, masterpiece) resuming some musical themes from albums way back when. "Tusk" is the classic short-punk-outburst already heard (see C.Q, Pet Eunuch, Wdyyb). "Paradise" is the classic Clinic slow song, and "p'ammor e Ddi'" as they would say in my hometown... hats off to their slow songs (see Earth Angel, Distorsions, Mr. Moonlight, Kimberly), indeed yes, my face under the feet of Clinic’s slow songs. For the rest, there’s something good but of little interest sprinkled throughout the album like "If I could read your mind", "Interlude" which is all to be listened to in its twenty-four seconds of sighs and the self-titled "Visitations" starting out as a slow-paced song (and "ATTENSCION PLIS" not slow song) intriguing with its "spy-song" like notes with the classic Clinic-harmonica (the one with reverb up to the stars) and after 32 minutes and 33 seconds the album leaves us like this, almost suddenly, with no ending probably worthy of the greatness the album would deserve...

No beautiful, intriguing, and majestic finale. A shitty finale that leaves you a bit shitty. Like the ending of this review.