BioClinic are from Liverpool, but that’s where the similarity with any other quartet ends. In fact, Clinic sound like The Beatles never happened, as if pop remained in permanent thrall to Joe Meek before jumping straight to Studio One dub. Or as if The Shangri-Las drifted into Crime. Because Clinic sound like no other band. As individual as Suicide or The Monks, as self-sufficient as The Residents, they describe a twilit place: the streets surrounding John Carpenter’s Precinct 13, the disco on the inhabited side of the moon.