Music Review: The Clientele

Maybe I’m just the world’s biggest jerk, but after one listen I kind of liked God Save the Clientele by The Clientele. After two listens I found it too shimmery-wishy-washy. By the third and fourth listens, I was just bored. By the fifth listen, I kept visualizing a very long, floppy piece of tofu and a bamboo stick. I kept seeing the tofu being laid over the stick and flopping down limp on both sides of the stick. Neither the bamboo nor the stick interested me that much.

I’m not quite sure I can quantify what it is I dislike about The Clientele, but it might have something to do with the way in which they take echoes of The Kinks and then weave a kind of diaphanous meditation mat out of it all. I kept wanting a little more in terms of differentiation, a little more variety…and not getting it.

That said, when you just listen to one song, like the one below, it’s pleasant.


  1. says

    It’s alright, but the guy’s voice is kind of a deal-breaker for me. I could see where other people would dig it, just not me.

    Love the album cover, though. My wife is singularly obsessed with owls.

  2. job uk says

    No es lo mismo degustar un coctel en un vaso común y sin ningún tipo de decoración, que beberlo en un recipiente el cual ha sido preparado con ciertos elementos que lo hacen más apetitoso.