Clogs isn’t a really aesthetic band name. You end up either thinking of clompy wooden shoes or (in my case) some giant hairball that backs up your shower drain. Which is sad and ironic, because if there was a dictionary for sounds and you looked up aesthetic, I’m pretty sure there would be a picture of these four people playing their viola, bassoon, guitar, and percussion. That’s all it takes — four instruments that burrow into your soul somewhere and set up house.
I’m the first to admit that I have overlooked the instrumental genre. If it doesn’t have words attached, it’s not as accessible to me and therefore I criminally neglect it. But this music from Clogs almost seems to be words — the instruments are telling me secrets — oh, how do I explain. Possibly most of you are smiling pityingly at me right now. “We know,” you say. “Just get to the mp3s already.”
Clogs – Tides of Washington Bridge