When one thinks of native Florida music, images conjure up of sultry nights yearning for old Havana, cocaine cowboys burning across the screen in cigarette boats, and Fred Durst rap metal infusions. Rarely does one think of sleek and clean indie riffs, calm and burning with a itching desire to be knotty and melodiously challenging. Enter Clock Hands Strangle. The native Melbourne, Florida band stinks of one single descriptor, POTENTIAL.
Their debut album, Redshift/Blueshift soars with a gentle and chill acoustic touch, hinting at complexities and good things to come. This album’s longevity is tightly secured by the simple but solid sing along tracks like “Sing It” that the band plays with a certain veteran confidence. However, it is the subtle flirtation and experiments with musical expression that hover quietly in the seams of the relaxed melodies of songs like “Cemetery” and “Perspective” that suggest this band is destined for indie greatness.
The album can be bit nervous at times, like the jitters of a band’s debut at the Fillmore, and you will likely find yourself going back to the happier, less complicated standards, although still well deserving of praise. Still, all in all, the album is point on. Reminiscent of the twangs of Modest Mouse and simplicity of the boys of Spoon, Clock Hands Strangle is definitely on the right track. Something intriguing and clingy will have you going back and slowly becoming addicted. Good album. Fingers crossed for better to come.
By W.R. Eilers