When bands release self-titled albums, it can signify numerous things, most of them negative, such as lack of inspiration or effort (…)
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There was a time when it was definitely ‘No Scrubs’ for Clinic, but now it’s very much ‘What’s up, doc?’ If the last albums sounded like extensive surgery then Do It is a nurse’s party where someone has brought the horse tranquilizer. Relaxed, uninhibited, though often unruly - never before have they evoked Radiohead at their most simplistic mixed with Pink Floyd at their most nihilistic. They’re coming through the coma. Let’s hope someone is listening.