Clinic have been around for about ten years, and yet this is the first I�ve heard of their menacing sonic experimentalism. I�m introduced to these peculiar Domino veterans by a sinister sprinkling of chimes that leads into an even more unsettling amalgam of brittle guitar picking and Ade Blackburn�s paper thin, synthetic drawl. The second single released from fourth studio album Visitations, �If You Could Read Your Mind� plays out like the soundtrack to a David Lynch movie, punctuated perfectly by roomy whispers, crazed whoops and gothic keyboard lines. Despite the band�s Liverpool roots, there�s something noticeably Mancunian about the song�s groovy gloom, and as I sit alone in my room listening to it I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stick up like a clan of meerkats in the Serengeti. Although this single constitutes an excellent foray into rock�s darker regions, I have a feeling that Clinic�s general weirdness, along with their fondness for donning medical paraphernalia on stage, will unfortunately prevent them from achieving any widespread recognition. But then again, I�ve also got a feeling they won�t give a toss.