Chris Clark returns with his sixth album in 11 years on Warp, and is harder than ever to classify, pushing an exploded, shape-shifting IDM psychedelia full of unheimlich folk and natty prog inflections. Iradelphic is full of big, bold gestures - witness the wailing, wigged-out synth lead on opener 'Tooth Moves' - but it also has moments of delightful understatement, as shown on the cracked folk ramble 'Ghosted' and the eerie, almost BoC-esque 'Skyward Bruise / Descent' and 'Broken Kite Footage'. The gorgeous, unmistakably smoky vocals of Martina Topley-Bird feature on Clark's most credible attempts at pop classicism yet, 'Open' and 'Secret', but even here he can't help but buck convection, introducing all manner of strange, lysergic elements to destabilise any possible radio-friendliness. The epic, three-part 'The Pining' which represents Clark's boldest musical statement yet, effortlessly collapsing steppers' drums, pastoral guitars and neo-classical ambience into a tripped-out symphony that inevitably recalls the early work of Four Tet. Clark has all manner of fanciful ideas, but more importantly he knows how to skilfully and convincingly bring them to life, making for another impressive full-length address.
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Chris Clark returns with his sixth album in 11 years on Warp, and is harder than ever to classify, pushing an exploded, shape-shifting IDM psychedelia full of unheimlich folk and natty prog inflections. Iradelphic is full of big, bold gestures - witness the wailing, wigged-out synth lead on opener 'Tooth Moves' - but it also has moments of delightful understatement, as shown on the cracked folk ramble 'Ghosted' and the eerie, almost BoC-esque 'Skyward Bruise / Descent' and 'Broken Kite Footage'. The gorgeous, unmistakably smoky vocals of Martina Topley-Bird feature on Clark's most credible attempts at pop classicism yet, 'Open' and 'Secret', but even here he can't help but buck convection, introducing all manner of strange, lysergic elements to destabilise any possible radio-friendliness. The epic, three-part 'The Pining' which represents Clark's boldest musical statement yet, effortlessly collapsing steppers' drums, pastoral guitars and neo-classical ambience into a tripped-out symphony that inevitably recalls the early work of Four Tet. Clark has all manner of fanciful ideas, but more importantly he knows how to skilfully and convincingly bring them to life, making for another impressive full-length address.
Chris Clark returns with his sixth album in 11 years on Warp, and is harder than ever to classify, pushing an exploded, shape-shifting IDM psychedelia full of unheimlich folk and natty prog inflections. Iradelphic is full of big, bold gestures - witness the wailing, wigged-out synth lead on opener 'Tooth Moves' - but it also has moments of delightful understatement, as shown on the cracked folk ramble 'Ghosted' and the eerie, almost BoC-esque 'Skyward Bruise / Descent' and 'Broken Kite Footage'. The gorgeous, unmistakably smoky vocals of Martina Topley-Bird feature on Clark's most credible attempts at pop classicism yet, 'Open' and 'Secret', but even here he can't help but buck convection, introducing all manner of strange, lysergic elements to destabilise any possible radio-friendliness. The epic, three-part 'The Pining' which represents Clark's boldest musical statement yet, effortlessly collapsing steppers' drums, pastoral guitars and neo-classical ambience into a tripped-out symphony that inevitably recalls the early work of Four Tet. Clark has all manner of fanciful ideas, but more importantly he knows how to skilfully and convincingly bring them to life, making for another impressive full-length address.
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Chris Clark returns with his sixth album in 11 years on Warp, and is harder than ever to classify, pushing an exploded, shape-shifting IDM psychedelia full of unheimlich folk and natty prog inflections. Iradelphic is full of big, bold gestures - witness the wailing, wigged-out synth lead on opener 'Tooth Moves' - but it also has moments of delightful understatement, as shown on the cracked folk ramble 'Ghosted' and the eerie, almost BoC-esque 'Skyward Bruise / Descent' and 'Broken Kite Footage'. The gorgeous, unmistakably smoky vocals of Martina Topley-Bird feature on Clark's most credible attempts at pop classicism yet, 'Open' and 'Secret', but even here he can't help but buck convection, introducing all manner of strange, lysergic elements to destabilise any possible radio-friendliness. The epic, three-part 'The Pining' which represents Clark's boldest musical statement yet, effortlessly collapsing steppers' drums, pastoral guitars and neo-classical ambience into a tripped-out symphony that inevitably recalls the early work of Four Tet. Clark has all manner of fanciful ideas, but more importantly he knows how to skilfully and convincingly bring them to life, making for another impressive full-length address.