Chris Clark was once the new goldenchild at Warp, the grandest electronic label in the world. He made this brilliant little IDM record in his college dorm room that they put out and he was going to be the next Aphex Twin. So what does he do? Rather than buckle under the pressure and go AWOL, or deliver a stinky sophomore effort, he just starts churning out material like mad, probably becoming the label's most prolific artist - he's been averaging a record every one to two years for a while now. But poor Chris Clark, the buzz has worn off. He's no longer the new thing and that's how people make brilliant music and get taken for granted.
He has a new album, it's called Turning Dragon and he's not fucking around. Clark's always had an amazing command of his gear and next-level arranging skills - his tracks are the un-linear. Hulking, breathing, flexible compositions, tricked out in every direction and avoiding solid beats like they're The Man. But he's lashing himself to the grid a bit on this new one, seeing how the other half lives. It's all burnt popcorn beats and toasted melodies. And then there's the distortion. My god the distortion. Clark clearly likes his peanut butter crunchy. The whole record sounds like he mastered his mixes through a Darth Vader mask.
Clark - "Hot May Slides"
Clark - "Mercy Sines"
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