Pitchfork

I was hoping for a Fleetwood Mac cover, but no dice. What I got instead was 1:45 of gritty crematorium punk that sounds like a leftover from the Internal Wrangler sessions. Sharp, kinda' Eastern-ish guitar riffs, garage-y recording quality, bass turned up so loud it buzzes with distortion and Neanderthal drumming-- yes, this is definitely Clinic. And it's topped with a completely incomprehensible vocal from Ade Blackburn, who may or may not have written lyrics in advance. As a taster for the band's forthcoming album, it reveals little, but suggests a possible return to the raw, chaotic sound of the band's early music.