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Monday, August 09, 2010 

(Within you)

By happy coincidence, I've been listening to a lot of Clinic recently, and then Matthew Perpetua posts this compilation. Clinic are one of my favourite bands and Matthew is dead-on in terms of how underrated they are (and why); if you haven't heard them, I urge you to download the compilation and start getting caught up on one of the great unheralded bands of the last decade.

Weirdly enough, the last thing to put some Clinic songs in my head was last night's second viewing of Inception (which holds together beautifully; some elements that seemed baffling or undercooked made perfect sense the second time around); I wouldn't say Clinic are dreamlike, but they can be a little nightmarish (and to be fair, it's probably Marion Cotillard's magnificently creepy performance that made me think of the songs).

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