Clearlake : Let Go
In which four pasty dole scummers from Brighton tire of forging stupendous guitar shimmers about beans on toast and decide to have a go at having a bit of a rock. And like an Aberdeen mackerel winning the Tour De France, their clumsy take on...
Clearlake : Lido
The drizzle thickens over the seaside town they forgot to bomb. A grey dusk descends early, the jumble sale browsers tighten their rainhoods. And in the distance, out on the dilapidated pier, the muted tinkle of the fairground carousel endlessly...
Southampton Joiners Arms
If you'd thought to yourself recently that there are a lot of good bands at the moment, but one thing they all have in common is, well, a lack of imagination and sense of magic, then welcome to Clearlake - a band with such a heightened sense of...
