Internal Wrangler
From a seedy underworld of gothic malevolence and bad voodoo comes this, Clinic's long-awaited debut album. OnInternal Wrangler, these four serious young conceptual post-punkers pull on their emergency-room overalls and go about dissecting the dark underbelly of rock history with a scalpel, sewing it back together in unique malformations. There are knowing references to the addled chug of the Velvet Underground'sWhite Light/White Heat, the acerbic eclecticism of the Beatles'White Album, and even a dark, serious nod toJohnny Cash's "Ring of Fire" on the creaking workout of "TK." But really,Internal Wranglersounds like nothing else past or present--a 30-minute death-rattle of caustic, shrieking garage-punk, interspersed with murky funeral interludes and malevolent post-folk nursery rhymes--even a song called "Hippy Death Suite." Surely, this is a band to kill for.--Louis Pattison