
Artist: Ron Boots and Frank Klare
Genre(s):
Other
Discography:

Monumental Dreams
Year: 2004
Tracks: 7
 
Clinic
Do It!
Domino Records
Album Review
You make the assumption that four grown men who've persisted throughout their career with appearing in surgeon's masks aren't taking themselves too seriously. Given also that the only people outside your local hospital who've mirrored this trend were a bunch of seventies football hooligans from Millwall who called themselves The Treatment (oh, and the guy who came in fancy dress to our Halloween party last year, drunk too much sangria and threw up in the Rhododendrons), it's also reasonable to assume that the record buying public's lack of interest isn't anything that's going to turn around anytime soon.
Assumptions of course make an arse of you and me, but first things first. Formed in the rubble of brit pop during 1997, Clinic are from Liverpool, a city that's produced a string of astute bands which mostly lack the chippy provinciality of those from bumptious neighbour Manchester. And it also has to be said that despite the commercial apathy, the quartet have rock friends in high places. They've toured with Radiohead, secured a Grammy nomination for their second album Walking With Thee and have been leant major kudos by big name fellow mavericks Scott Walker and Jarvis Cocker.
Their fifth album, Do It! is steeped in the hyper extended r n' b of sixties garage rock, occasionally played at an amphetamine driven tempo which frothy coffee drinkers approaching their dotage may subconsciously identify with. Opener Memories sets the tone, with singer Ade Blackburn's reedy vocals piping hypnotisingly against a chugging guitar backdrop that's part psychedelia, part Ouija board. Given that it's influences are so catalogued, it would be easy for Blackburn & co. to trade on the fact that their reimaginings are relevant simply because of their uniqueness in today's environment, but their lack of compromise mostly wins the day, with Tomorrow, The Witch and Shopping Bag all remaining eruditely in character enough to conjure up retro menace and lava lamp resonance aplenty.
True, this intransigent energy does begin to dissipate towards the end of the journey with finale Coda lapsing into pseudo Wurlitzer pastiche, but if Alison Goldfrapp can reinvent herself as the elfish daughter of Kate Bush and Portishead can produce an album full of krautrock dirgery, then Clinic can be forgiven for this minor lapse. Now that the Beta Band are little more than a fading memory, the masked scousers are our last link to the sixties that doesn't need to go to the toilet four times a night.
7/10
Andy Peterson
Back in January, the launch event opened with a film that proclaimed Liverpool "the centre of the creative universe". Intended to provoke a riotous standing ovation among the audience, the remarks were instead greeted with a ripple of sardonic Scouse laughter. The laughter turned out to be that evening's highlight - a far better tribute to the Liverpudlian spirit than the ensuing shambles on stage. But worse was to come.
An Audit Commission report deemed Liverpool city council the worst performing council in the country, and made particular reference to the Capital of Culture celebrations: a £20m shortfall in funding was later covered, but only by closing two care homes for the elderly.
Then, in April, another report appeared, this time by the Department for Communities and Local Government. It had used something called a "deprivation barometer" to divine that Liverpool was still England's most deprived district in England: new investment spurred by its Capital of Culture status had failed to boost local income or employment. No wonder they're booing.
But the Liverpool Culture Company has one cure-all ace up its sleeve: enter the city's most famous son, oozing bonhomie in full-on Fab Macca Wacky Thumbs Aloft mode.
The Liverpool Echo has been carrying stories in which Sir Paul McCartney talks up his contribution to the Capital of Culture celebrations, using his celebrated aw-shucks-the-Beatles-were-a-great-little-band-style. Admittedly, it's been carrying them alongside stories that - in keeping with the festival's carefully-chosen themes of acrimony and financial chaos - 11,000 extra tickets had to be issued and the stage reconfigured to accommodate the gig's soaring costs. But a sense that his concert at Anfield is the one absolutely guaranteed success of the year prevails. And so it proves.
"Every time I go back to Liverpool all the memories come flooding back. My time with the lads," he told the audience. With one or two minor alterations - a guest appearance by The Foo Fighters' Dave Grohl on Band On The Run and Back In The USSR and an unlikely opening cover of Hippy Hippy Shake (which was performed by the Beatles before lesser Merseybeaters the Swinging Blue Jeans had a hit with it), it's the same live set he's been hawking around the globe for the best part of the decade to widespread euphoria.
Without wishing to belittle the level of public annoyance at the Capital of Culture celebrations, nor Liverpool's apparently unceasing ability to set the deprivation barometer spinning like a ceiling fan, McCartney's live show, unstinting on the Beatles' hits and pragmatically light on new material has faced tougher challenges than this. It's already won over a Glastonbury audience who were infinitely less partisan than the one gathered here, followed the reunited Pink Floyd at an overrunning Live 8 and been packed off to America after 9/11 with the intention of cheering the entire nation up, as the initial arrival of the Beatles was reputed to have done in the wake of JFK's assassination.
The band are drilled to perfection, the selection of songs triple-tested: Penny Lane, Eleanor Rigby, The Long And Winding Road. A sequence that sees him passing through Hey Jude, Yesterday and A Day In The Life in quick succession is so undeniably winning that it's surprising that McCartney didn't try striking up with it earlier this year in the family division of the high court, in the hope of melting his ex-wife's steely resolve and thus saving himself a few quid.
Established even before McCartney has taken the stage, the infectious party atmosphere prevails throughout, even during the few moments that you might expect to be longeurs. The crowd even go for the early-70s cod-reggae novelty C Moon, which seems sporting of them.
Midway through the set, he plays Blackbird alone on an acoustic guitar and the entire stadium appears to join in. There's something strangely touching about hearing so many voices singing gently along with such a muted, crepuscular song.
For tonight at least, the Capital of Culture celebrations seem to be sending Liverpool's citizens home happy.
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BURBANK, California — It's a scene that probably wouldn't be out of place up the road at Hef's humble abode, but here in a dance studio in Burbank, it's a decidedly different affair.
The Pussycat Dolls — a five-piece now, since the departure of Carmit Bachar back in March — are bumping, grinding and sweating with a shocking level of precision and professionalism. They're putting the finishing touches on their performance for Sunday night's MTV Movie Awards, a shimmying, gyrating showstopper that's designed to both drop jaws and promote "When I Grow Up," the first single from their upcoming new album (due later this year).
And though there is plenty of giggling and a fair amount of horseplay, it's also clear from their drill-team synchronicity and the looks on their faces that the 'Cats clearly mean business.
"This is a big deal for us. We just want to kill it. It's all about the Dolls right now, and we're coming strong," said Nicole Scherzinger, the de facto leader of PCD. "We feel really good about this new album, we feel really good as a group, and we feel like this new album is really the next level for us. If you liked the first one, you're going to love this one."
That's big talk, because lots of people liked their first album, the glossy and flossy PCD, which, based on the success of singles like "Don't Cha" and "Buttons," sold nearly 3 million copies in the U.S. alone and made the Dolls the heirs apparent to the Spice Girls' bedazzled throne. So, clearly, there's a fair amount of pressure on the group this time out, which is why they've turned once again to some old friends for help on album number two.
"We're working with some of the same crew on this one. Timbaland is executive-producing, Cee-Lo Green is on it, Polow Da Don, Sean Garrity — they're on it too," Scherzinger said. "There are songs on the album that people wouldn't expect from PCD — some smooth, slow jams, some alternative jams. We're really coming ferocious with the music this time out."
Of course, first single "When I Grow Up" is neither a slow jam nor a particularly alternative one, but it's most certainly ferocious. A hyper-speed slice of super-pop produced by Rodney Jerkins, it features sirens, handclaps, pitch-shifted vocals and a certifiably undeniable chorus that attempts to dive a centimeter or two deeper than your average radio fare.
"All of us started with a dream. I know when I was young, and I would sign people's notebooks, I wrote, 'Remember me when I'm famous,' and I don't know of a little kid who hasn't aspired to be someone," Scherzinger said. "The lyrics go, 'When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies,' but there's a twist at the end, because it says, 'Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it.' "
It's a theme that's getting plenty of traction these days — beware the high cost of fame — but Scherzinger and the Dolls say they're not trying to talk to the Britneys and Lindsays of the world. Rather, they want the song to inspire but hope that listeners will grasp the cautionary tale contained within. Or, you know, something like that.
"We're not pointing a finger, because we don't think it's nice to judge," Scherzinger laughed. "Because sometimes people judge us, and it's mean."
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