I first listened to this album years ago, huddled in the near dark of a walk in closet with a window that was passed off as a bedroom (but for $300 a month in Chula Vista at short notice I wasn't going to complain), and I really didn't know what to make of it, but I liked it and I listened to it a lot. Way too much, in fact, until I decided that what confused me about it was also ridiculously annoying and I had no interest in listening to it anymore.

Fast forward six years and I've "rediscovered it", and fallen in love all over again. I still don't know what to make of it, but that confusion makes me love it even more now. It's just got such an interesting sound across all the tracks. A track like "The Second Line" might be 90% gibberish but it has such a fantastic feeling I can't help but be able to sing it. I can remember the gibberish and sing along with it. What the fuck does that? DICKY DICKY MENOMENA DICKY DICKY MENOMENA...

Even back when I was initially infatuated with this album I never managed to listen to any of Clinic's other work. I believe I tried Winchester Cathedral (I hope I check later to make sure that's the actual title) but it just wasn't the same. I fear that Internal Wrangler is one of those albums that is just so perfect that even the band that made it couldn't possibly make a record that would measure up to it.

But that's OK, because this album is worth like eight albums of awesomeness. For serious. Normally I say YMMV, but if you don't like this album you probably just suck.