Album Review: The Clause – Victim of a Casual Thing
VICTIM OF A CASUAL THING
A debut that captures the spirit of a scene ready to roar back to life.
The Clause release their debut album ‘Victim of a Casual Thing‘ at the perfect time, After years of graft, packed-out shows and a cult-like following built from the grassroots up. Now, they’re booting doors open and holding them wide for fellow bands to follow, leading the charge in an indie resurgence that’s been waiting to explode.
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The record doesn’t begin with noise but with atmosphere. ‘Prologue‘ eases you in like the opening credits to something cinematic, moody, patient and brimming with anticipation. It’s bold, it’s confident and it sets the tone perfectly. Then, just as the tension peaks, ‘Nothing’s As It Seems‘ bursts through! All pounding drums, jagged guitars and Pearce Macca’s unmistakable conviction. It’s a lightning bolt of intent, The Clause proving right away that they’re here to make a statement.
The groove deepens with ‘Tell Me What You Want‘, dripping with funk swagger and indie confidence. The bassline struts, the guitars glisten and the vocals flirt with attitude. It’s catchy, it’s cool and it hits that sweet spot between dancefloor groove and live-show chaos. ‘In My Element‘ takes that energy and runs wild! Big riffs, bigger confidence and choruses that explode like fireworks across a festival field. This is The Clause in full colour: bold, confident, unstoppable.
Then comes the shift. ‘White Lifelines‘ stretching the sound, all shimmering guitars and emotional weight. It’s the first real glimpse of the band’s depth, cinematic, reflective, and beautifully textured. ‘Elisha‘ follows with nostalgic heart, written about love found behind a Wetherspoons in Leeds and wrapped in glowing synths and bittersweet honesty. It’s raw and relatable, proving again that The Clause write about real life with a poet’s touch.
Dark clouds gather with ‘Exception‘, a track that builds like a storm. The guitars slice sharp, the drums thunder underneath, and Macca delivers with that familiar mix of urgency and control. Then ‘Weekend Millionaire‘ storms in, capturing the euphoria of payday Fridays and the illusion of invincibility. Funk-driven, loud and endlessly fun, it’s the sound of living big on a small budget, reckless and brilliant in equal measure.
By the time ‘I Don’t Care‘ lands, the energy is electric. It’s short, snappy, and packed with venom, pure punk spirit meeting indie polish. ‘Fever Dream‘ changes the light again, melting into woozy textures and hypnotic synths. It’s hazy, emotional, and beautifully trippy, the kind of track you get lost in without realising.
‘Pink Moon‘ follows like the calm after the storm, tender yet massive in scope. It starts in a whisper acoustic warmth and soft piano, before lifting into something that feels like the sky opening up. Melancholy, hopeful and utterly cinematic, it’s the moment where The Clause stop time.
And then there’s the ‘Don’t Blink‘ finale, urgent and euphoric, it ties the whole record together with one final surge. The guitars shimmer, the vocals soar and the chorus lands like a celebration of everything that’s come before. ‘Don’t blink‘, a perfect message for a band and a generation who know that moments like this don’t come around often.
The Clause haven’t just released a debut album they’ve started the charge for an indie revolution.
