This here new Clientele ep, Minotaur, is perfect, natch. And a nice encapsulation of the whole band ethos [ick - reviewer-y prose! Sorry!]. There are several lilty gems, song-wise, the now-standard sort-of raveup ("Jerry"), a short instrumental, and a frickin' far-out spoken word blob, wherein the same narrator from God Save the Clientele's track "Losing Haringey" spins an eerie tale about seeing some sort of weird harvest figure "made of flowers" over wind noises and creaking doors for five minutes...needless to say, ACE! and we should have had this at our wedding.
Like that mysterious "Green Man," I will walk the periphery of reality spreading the glad tidings that the Clientele is about the best thing in the universe, and only I will care! RAWK!
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