PAY ATTENTION. E*Rock is back and he’s made you something beautiful. The Clock & The Mountain LP/CD, off his own Audio Dregs label, will take you on that quest you regret not taking – the one that was supposed to define the mastery inside of you. Your odyssey. That surreal teenage voyage, where body all hot and heavy, you were meant to drag your shaking ass through some crystal-studded battleground, through the bowels of your own reality, in tandem with the one we all share.
They say that youth is wasted on the young. Well, they didn’t have E*Rock.
The Clock & The Mountain is an intergalactic minefield, where young soldiers dressed in black leather do their formations in yellow sand, saluting the pyramids and demanding more for their platoon. These are hot blooded songs of fury, laced with a surreptitious battle cry for something better. These are the songs to dance one’s heart out; the songs of a generation. Wiggle hard and I can promise you mystical sweat.
I hate to get into particular tracks because this thing is such a vigorous, swelling procession, but know that "Hardcastle" is this trippy, zoned-out disco jam. It’s what you hear when it’s just the two of you, combing your fingers through each other’s hair, slow dancing. It’s the ultimate end of the night jam – the good taste left in your mouth. And "Carlisle" is this slippery, cloud-9 jazzy soiree – a slapdash makeout session in the rain. Prepare yourself for microchip locusts and robot percussion, hearty beats and so-deep funky bass lines. Even some inflamed Latin riffs.
Listening to this album straight through is like traveling all of the warm climates alone, by bicycle, having the best time of your life. But it’s not all fun and games – you’re also finding enlightenment in the muted zone, and you’re deep in it. Seriously, just pay attention. – Morgan Brothers