Shoddy CDs seem to keep landing on my doormat, so it falls to me to write some more four word reviews. This time, it’s the album “It’s Time…” by Clock, widely regarded as an album nobody remembers from 1995.
If you read the sleeve notes you’ll see that Clock are “ODC MC” and “Tinka”. It was the nineties, you see, so every house band needed a rapper and a sexy dancing woman who did a bit of singing now and then. Clock were actually some blokes from Manchester who churned out house music, and drafted in the two people on the CD to sing the lyrics and be in the promotional material. That’s understandable. If I’d made this album I wouldn’t want my name associated with it either.
This entire album may as well be one single track, made up of thumping synthesized beats with synthesised music over it and occasional tossed-off lyrics that are variously rapped, shouted or (loosely) sung. The fact that all the songs sound more or less the same is not lost on the band, and after their audience have been subjected to twelve full tracks, they then chuck in the “Clock Ten To Two Megamix” at the end, which is a medley of five of the album’s tracks dragged out over almost twenty minutes. This is a particularly impressive feat since the five tracks in question don’t last that long in total. It’s guaranteed to recondition your brain to filter out all sound in an effort to escape it.
|Track||Title||Word 1||Word 2||Word 3||Word 4|
|3||Whoomph! (There It Is)||Whoomph!||(Awful||it||is)|
|5||Holding On 4 U||Female||vocalist’s||tuneless||debut|
|6||In The House (Live Version)||Shouting||with||sound||effects|
|7||Keep The Fires Burning||Probably||about||sex||unfortunately|
|13||Clock Ten To Two Megamix||Please||please||help||me|
I think my favourite part of this album was when it finished. My second favourite part was in “Intro” where ODC MC spent some considerable time explaining that his name is ODC MC and not MC ODC. My least favourite part of this album is the sound that was audible while it was playing.
In summary, I advise you never to subject yourself to this album for as long as you live. Unless you’re really into mass-produced mid-90s house.