Garage / Alternative / Rock
And now for something completely different.
The Cliks new album Snakehouse [Silver Label/Tommy Boy Entertainment (US/International) Kindling Music/Warner Music Canada (Canada), April 24] reveals a band of such primal power and unguarded emotionality that it will take your breath away. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’ve fallen down/But I can get up,” sings Lucas Silveira in a voice at once scarred and defiant, over a pummeling rhythm section and a guitar riff of barely controlled fury. This unambiguous declaration kicks off “Oh Yeah”, one of 10 fiercely expressive tracks on Snakehouse, and it could serve as the credo of the Toronto four-piece, as well as summing up the personal narrative of Silveira, a writer/singer/guitarist of uncommon talent and audacity. “This song, the albums emotional and thematic centerpiece, expresses everything about who I am, where I’ve come from and how this album came to be,” says Silveira, who’s as intense in conversation as in performance. “I went to a place I thought Id never get out of, and I think a lot of people go there losing trust in somebody you love, losing faith in yourself, falling down, picking up the pieces and saying, Y’know, Im gonna be OK. Its experiences like that that make you who you are and give you your strength.”
Another stunner, opening track “Complicated”, leaps out of the speakers like a Pitbull with fangs bared, building to a series of explosive climaxes before hitting a bridge that takes the song to another level altogether. Just as captivating is the bands improbable transformation of Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me a River” into a seething rock anthem, driven by a hopped-up reggae groove that shows you what a super-tight unit this is. Listening to these indelible tracks, one can understand why The Cliks have frequently been compared to the original Pretenders, as the multitalented Silveira writes and sings with the unbridled intensity of Chrissie Hynde while also playing electric guitar with the thrilling dynamism of the late, great James Honeyman-Scott.
On Snakehouse, The Cliks have created something mysterious yet transparent, specific yet universal, timeless yet intoxicatingly new. This is music that seems to emanate from a parallel universe, one where fundamental distinctions are blurred, living passionately is the highest level of existence and rock & roll is the ultimate form of expression.
A final suggestion: PLAY LOUD, and prepare to have your preconceptions obliterated.
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