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9.0
134747
9.0 |
Uncut
These songs offer an uncommonly generous wealth of grace and beauty. Print edition only
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9.0
134753
9.0 |
musicOMH
London-based guitar trio pursue a more varied sonic palette on their most ambitious, artistically progressive offering to date
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9.0
134756
9.0 |
All Music
Another pitch perfect album by the band, certainly one of their best and most devastatingly pretty works. In a career full of brilliance, that's saying ever so much
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8.6
134749
8.6 |
Sputnik Music (staff)
A journey that you won’t readily forget. Flaws and all, it’s both a worthy comeback for an excellent band and one of the year’s finest releases
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8.3
134763
8.3 |
Northern Transmissions
I Am Not There Anymore is a long and winding sonic journey, interspersed with sweet and tender interludes that only contribute to the authentic human touch of the record
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8.0
134750
8.0 |
The Quietus
After decades building up to it, The Clientele have produced what is probably their finest, most enjoyable record
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8.0
134751
8.0 |
Spectrum Culture
Instead of a new Clientele album feeling like seeing a friend after a few years and finding that they’re still the same great person, we have one that feels like seeing that same friend and reveling in how much they’ve grown into themselves
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8.0
134752
8.0 |
Beats Per Minute
Against all odds, The Clientele have come back together after years spent apart, and they have managed to recapture the magic that permeated their best material and made it so imminently replayable. This is a bold move that should be celebrated, and more importantly, it should be emulated
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8.0
134754
8.0 |
Pitchfork
Marked by newfound sonic adventurousness and evocative dream-logic lyrics, the long-running UK band’s new double album is a bold quest into the vast unknown
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8.0
134748
8.0 |
Mojo
Interspersed with scored interludes and fragments of poetry read by Jessica Griffin of Would-Be-Goods, the effect is one of benign diffusion, the hazy avenues of MacLean's impressionistic lyrics running through the music as if the songs themselves now inhabit that hypnopompic state of consciousness where the centre cannot hold. Print edition only
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