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Review
Wrap your left-hand around a beer and let your right digits dangle a smoke like a scepter, because it is time for a newly defined rock renaissance. Attacking melodies with the confidence of a king and the brashness of a punk, Nashville s best rock export outdo their rollicking debut (T&C) with this set of full-throttle collection of stinging tunes. Don t Believe a Word confirms suspicions that this band is ready for the limelight anthem guitar solos and wooing female vocals included. Opening with the gritty 9999 (Ways To Hate Us), and ending with the acoustic, yet powerful, Surrender, the Clutters latest (produced by Ben Folds bassist, Jared Reynolds) is an ode to melody and rhythm, squeezing the salty parts from each. Lead Clutter Doug Lehmann vocalizes his way through the tunes like a fisherman in a turbulent sea, always reaching salvation but only after fighting through desperation and meaninglessness. Lehmann s songwriting is matched by his ferocious guitar playing. Switching chords on unexpected beats, strangling and stretching notes for emotional bridges, and a overall warm-fuzzy tone give this band more than enough oomph for an entire career. Nowhere is this more evident than on the album s standout track, Fire. While drummer Steph Fllipini and bassist Jake Rosswog provide a rhythm section that cuts swaths of destruction and hip-shaking sexuality, Lehmann s vox and Ali Tonn s farfisa playing sweeten the mix with playfulness and emotion. You and me makes fire, is repeated over and over swooning the listener in a haze of rock meltdown. The female background vocals on the terrifically executed Aww, C mon are also a standout, surely raising the neck hair of any heterosexual American male. If the Clutters threw in the towel right now, they would leave behind two incredible records. Fortunately, I think they ll be around for quite awhile. See them in a town near you soon! --Whatz Up Magazine
Product Description
The Clutters grew organically out of a garage in Nashville, TN. Their sound is vintage, hooky, and more than anything, fun. On their second long-player, The Clutters sound like a polished 70's rock 'n' roll act-- poised to rock your face off or destroy a hotel room. Like Tennessee colleagues Kings of Leon, The Clutters produce raucous and catchy tunes appropriate for running from the cops, bar fighting, breaking out of jail, or similar illicit activity. Thunderous guitar and drums are bolstered by controlled-angst vocals. Antique keyboard sounds outline hooky melodies. The raw, country-tinged tracks on Don't Believe A Word will undoubtedly be the most fun listening experience you've had in ages. Any critic who has recently etched the words "rock 'n' roll is dead" has yet to hear the classic sound of The Clutters.