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Clickits - Express Gifts
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Year :: 2005
Label :: Moteer
Cat No :: Moteer004CD
Genre :: Electronic
Tracks :: 10
Size :: 46,2 MB
Source :: CDDA
Bitrate :: VBRKBps
Rel. Date :: 13-07-2005
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Coming to us fresh on The Remote Viewer's curated
label Moteer, from deep somewhere in steep
lancashire, 'Express Gifts' is the debut album from
Clickits, amblicated and friably impressive,
distilling the essence of melancholic reflection down
into a suprising, uplifting album. Opening with what
at first appears to be the most ethereal of rhythms,
'Aramaic' slowly reveals it's internal glory as
sodden beats cast a glistening web around snatched
guitar melodies and faraway strings: a composition so
beautiful it'll make your teeth ache. Continuing
somewhat dewy-eyed , 'Wheneveryouready' assumes a
refreshing minimally-frayed stance, through a
graffiti-influenced rhythm and choral vocals, whilst
'Lilophone' begins with what sounds like unrelated
background noise, rhythm tracks made from wooden
things and tumbling keys, which subsequently coalesce
into utterly beguiling, ramshackle but resolute
tunes. 'in my field of view' inches past like a deep
dale meeting with early kraftwerk - sublime stuff,
and coming to the centre of the album 'lament for the
north' troubles ghosts of early Art of Noise,
'Brttle' Sakamoto style innocence to travel through
the Clickits sandy hi-fi speakers and animate their
21st century attention spans. Clickits borrow the
Murcof schematic - the closer 'Was Until Today'
slowly allows disparate elements - disassociated
voices, xylophones, benign twinkles and reduced
deepfolk bodypops to accrue into a wonderful,
cohesive summation to a genuinely remarkable record.
As intense and beautiful, as involved with the
questions of light and dark, as a candle seen in
moonlight.
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[01] Aramaic [03:51]
[02] Wheneveryouready [03:45]
[03] Lilophone [04:55]
[04] Natural Theatre [04:33]
[05] Then Dof [02:31]
[06] In My Field Of View [04:07]
[07] Lament For The North [02:38]
[08] Brttle [03:16]
[09] ...For Sure, I'll Be Buried At Sea [02:14]
[10] Was Until Today [04:21]
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