Clor are so flashy and blemish-free, they're almost celluloid.  Full text...

They might not always make sense. But even when logic gets fuzzy, the beats stay crisp, and that, Clor know, is the best way to be.   Full text...

This debut sets the newcomers head and shoulders above the neo-Britpop pack and, if there's any justice, should make Clor-abiding citizens of us all before the year's out.  Full text...

Clor are a stylistic enigma, the type of band that encourage you to try and work them out, but when you think you've cracked it they come up with something else, like the near total drop in sound of Gifted, or the many pseudo-jazz workouts.  Full text...

It's definitely worth a listen, but is it worth your hard-earned cash?  Full text...

Clor has a number of entertaining and inviting songs in the final tracks, but nothing that quite lives up to first four tracks, which grabbed my attention, made me smile, and reminded me that indie-dance music can have substance.  Full text...

At its best, it captures all the fun of vintage synthpop and new wave, with very little of the cheese.  Full text...

Although they have some serviceable indie disco hits, Clor are merely the latest production line band to explore a niche in the market, though their attempt at nerdy, computerised post punk rubs one off as a flawed blend of, of all things, The Downward Spiral and Zwan.  Full text...

A super controlled, vaguely inhuman, highly detailed music.  Full text...