Clor
Clor. Weird name; weirder band. They make jittery, robot-f**king, noise-punk freneticisms that are both saliently futuristic and arse-shuffling in their inducement. It’s wired, fiery, and, somehow, addictive.
The quintet’s reputation first arose primarily from some impressive gigs, and Club Clor; the band’s own self-organised, regular slew of performances at Brixton’s respectable Windmill venue. A handy way of generating a fan-base, playing through a decent PA, and having your mates warm you up on a regular basis. Reviewers fawned, supporters danced, and a deal gets signed – Parlophone. Then cue a year or so in the wilderness; low-key releases, more amiable writings, and the chance to pen/record/finish that much-awaited, eponymous debut album.
2005: the year shit happens. In advance of the record, the clubs open their aural legs and accept a sexy, sensual hammering – this being an ode by the band called ‘Love & Pain’: a jaunty, bouncy, sexy track that Daft Punk would write if they rattled guitars instead of decks and necked Stella instead of pills. Needless to say, it’s an almost-chart-hit, and the impending album drops to cries of ‘contender for LP of the year’-type sloganeering. Believe the nonsense. For Clor are crazy, tuneful, and, above all, wonderful.
OFFICIAL WEBSITE: scant in the way of personal knowledge to share on the band, but with some tasty photographs, and decent Flash-work, it’s worth a gander.
PARLOPHONE: apparently this label of the band’s has some kind of heritage well worthy of prestige / esteem / etc…
SINGLE REVIEW - \'WELCOME MUSIC LOVERS\' 2004: Tom Hannan didn’t like the debut from Clor.
SINGLE REVIEW - \'LOVE & PAIN\': Lauren Gallagher, like the rest of us, adored the band’s ‘Love & Pain’ single. What wasn’t to savour?
ALBUM REVIEW - \'CLOR\' 2005 :Tom Hannan then went on to fully retract his distaste at the band’s work, and reward them a four-star review. In regards to his original, above, shitty review, he provides the telling line: ‘Clor – I’ll print off a hard copy of that piece specifically so I can eat my words.’