ARTiST : Clone Quartet
ALBUM : Well-Oiled Machine
LABEL : Smalltown America
GENRE : Indie
RELEASE : 2007-12-03
STREET : 2007-12-03
ENCODER : LAME v3.97 -V2 --vbr-new
QUALiTY : 201kbps avg / 44.1kHz / Joint Stereo
SiZE : 57.41 MB
PLAYTiME : 00:39:55
+ TRACK LiSTiNG +
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[#] [Track Name] [Time]
1. Carousel 2:37
2. Young Foal 3:46
3. Twenty Five (Kane Was A Curse) 2:27
4. Need Your Love 4:04
5. Hold On 3:34
6. Well-Oiled Machine 3:42
7. Cold To The Core 3:07
8. Played To Death 2:55
9. 10 Lies 4:55
10. Won't Somebody Please 3:35
11. You Don't Need Me (But I Need You) 5:13
39:55
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"Dance music is the new rock music is the new dance music. Somewhere in here
lies Clone Quartet - a dapper bunch from Belfast who are a quartet. They appear
not to be clones of each other, but whether they're clones of some other people,
we don't really know. What we do really know is that 'Well-Oiled Machine' is a
grammatically perfect title and a deadly efficient long-player.
They're up to that indie-rock-band-with-a-hint-of-electronics thing, which may
sound like a half-arsed punt at the 'Nu-Rave' buck, but hear them out: Clone
Quartet use their instruments to full potential, creating an intense dancefloor
flavour, both bittersweet and dirty in their pop pretensions. Debut single
splitters 'Carousel' and 'Played To Death' sounds like a dance-off between
Arcade Fire and To My Boy taking place at a 7 year-old's birthday party after
too much fizzy orange. They also sound a bit like VHS Or Beta in their
80s-humping Duran Duran camposity û just without the pinstripe blazer and
roll-neck sweater combos. Meanwhile, 'Twenty Five' clangs like Hadouken! on the
rare day on which they write a melody.
For something which seems the composite of many tried-and-tested formulae, Clone
Quartet and their eleven offerings throw up something surprisingly fresh.
Undying and unapologetic in its poppiness, 'Well-Oiled Machine' licks you behind
the ears like an over-affectionate puppy. It makes you feel soggy and nostalgic,
like M·m's Icelandic soundscapes being scythed by the surging, triumphant square
wave of progress (see '10 Lies'). But secretly you love it to bits. And this
kind of love is a very, very good feeling."
http://www.clonequartet.com/