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Broken Dog disbanded in 2004 and in their ten years they released five albums and six singles/eps.
After the release of Zero, Broken Dog released Sleeve With Hearts on the Piao! label, and then signed to The Kitty Kitty Corporation and finally to Tongue Master Records.
Clive has continued to play in other bands such as The Real Tuesday Weld and in 2009 he formed The 99 Call with Paul Anderson from Tram. Clive is also known for instrumental tracks which he has released on various labels under the name 'Wolf'.
Both Clive and Martine have spent time collaborating and producing records for other bands.
Most prominently, they co-wrote with Paul And
erson for his project Tram, producing a handful of singles and the much acclaimed debut album 'Heavy Black Frame'.
Martine Roberts - vocals, bass guitar, guitar, drums.
Clive Painter - guitar, bass, drums, keyboards, sound recording.
Live Review
Melody Maker January 18th 1997 by Mark Luffman
So named because it was the only kind of mutt not name-checked on George Clinton’s
'Atomic Dog', Broken Dog skulk onstage and start playing their breathtakingly
concise catalogues of betrayal and futility. Just like that, really. No preamble.
No hello. No hooray. Martine doesn’t even introduce us to 'Rachael', a voiceless
muffled howl from the eye of a distant hurricane that Clive articulates with
almost painfully precise patience. What a plangent plucker. Martine just throbs
her way through it. She finally opens her mouth for 'I Exited', which her aristocratic
Lydia Lunch singing turns into a resonating hollow boast. Gloria Gaynor grins'You
seemed to think that without you I’d fall to pieces, that I don’t have a mind'
It’s the sound of someone so disgusted to try to be amused, too fed up to be
sickened.
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Broken Dog
(Big Cat) Ptolemaic Terrascope #25 1998 by Phil McMullen Bittersweet melancholia from an introspective feedback-drenched London-based duo whose muse is as redolent of earthy breathlessness as their pastoral contemporaries the Stormclouds; similar vocal delivery too, handed down reverentially to Martine from an early Saint Kendra, parsed with the stillness of time and infused with the languidly eerie guitar fills of the Valentino of pop, a man named simply Clive. It always strikes me as silly to suggest you look no further than the final track, but on this occasion 'Please Decide Quickly' really has it all: mysteriously echoed, supremely languorous vocals which come swathed in white lace and patchouli, torn apart by a searing guitar line which is pure first generation Precoda. Elsewhere, the dyspeptic duo strum up a maelstrom of shimmering Grimble Grumblesque feedback on 'Season Of Blame', run through an inspired cover of the 1968 Left Banke single 'Dark Is The Bark' (one can’t help wondering if it were chosen because of the canine reference in the title; next time perhaps a Bubble Puppy song, it can be no mere coincidence that the Puppy chose their name from Aldous Huxley’s 'Brave New World' whilst Broken Dog took theirs from a libretto by Verlaine) - and curl up into a tiny, sleepy ball to whisper the achingly lo-fi 'Where Will You Go When There’s Nowhere Left To Go?' wherein the ghost of Nick Drake collides with the acid-folk of Stone Breath. There’s much more to this album than meets the ear, and indeed to Broken Dog themselves - no less than three other CD-Eps, one each from 1996,7 and 8, all released by Big Cat, all fiercely individualistic and all plangently beautiful. |
Broken Dog
(Big Cat) The Sunday Times January 12th 1997 by Stewart Lee British boy-girl duo Broken Dog emerge from the shadows of their spiritual forebears-American acts such as Mazzy Star, Absolute Grey or Moon Seven Times-with their own compelling take on atmospheric, semi-acoustic, psychedelic folk music, not equaled on these shores since the late great Faith Over Reason. The keyboards on 'Hide Away' have a peculiarly English, early 1970s vibe, but, otherwise, here are all the genre hallmarks faultlessly reproduced-vibrating, resonant guitar, gentle ripples of percussion, haunting suspended listless female vocals and the occasional lurch into effects-pedal overdrive adding light and shade. While Mazzy Star sometimes stretch simple melodies into expansive cosmic jams, Broken Dog throw away in three minutes ideas that would sustain their peers for whole albums. Maybe 14 songs in 40 minutes is half a dozen too many for the average lonely late-night listening classic, but, at worst, this is an embarrassment of riches. |
Broken Dog
(Big Cat) Bridlington Gazette & Herald October 10th 1996 by Steve Petch If you plan to become deranged, then this is the way to do it. Deliciously pleasant and full of anguished fun, Broken Dog have unleashed (geddit?) a monster. It’s hard to believe they are a duo. How can only two people create so much enjoyment? Especially when one of them is called Clive! A bit like the Cocteau Twins in places their songs are often musically minimalist, yet contained within the loosely structured confines there remains a rather attractive atmosphere. Haunting almost. There are some good tunes here too. It’s one of those albums you can listen to several times and find something new on each occasion. A very successful, very enjoyable debut, I reckon. |
Broken Dog
(Big Cat) Q Magazine November 1996 by Martin Aston Signings to London indie Big Cat tend to be American, and Broken Dog certainly sound in cahoots with the lo-fi brigade across the Atlantic. But the duo of Martine and Clive are definitely British, though they hold a Yankophile candle primarily for the desolate attic seclusion of LA’s Mazzy Star-not only for their boy-girl duo set-up and song-titular similarities ('Where Will You Go When There’s Nowhere Left To Go?', 'Baby I’m Lost Without You', 'Lullaby', et al) but the stripped-back, druggy dynamic, Broken Dog are, nevertheless, a warped, experimental version of Mazzy Star, interrupting the latter’s seamless dreaminess with haphazard guitar fuzz, awkward rhythms and an air of increasing dislocation. |
Broken Dog
(Big Cat) Melody Maker 23rd November 1996 by Jennifer Nine
Broken Dog aren’t going anywhere, by the sound of it. Not on foot. Nowhere you could find on an
AA road map. Just everywhere you can yearn for, half seen, out of your bedroom window. Which is
why, if this secret and bittersweet debut album from the mysterious London duo of Martine and
Clive had a smell, it’d be as fragrant as night-scented stock; addictive as wet leaves and moss;
sweet as a lungful of cold air. |
Broken Dog
(Big Cat) NME November 16th 1996 by Dele Fadele
LO-FIDELITY experimentation is a trial at the best of times. Although intended to define groups
as outsiders in the commercial drowning pool of the music business, what it usually amounts to,
with a few exceptions, is a load of bull’s gonads. But when your as sussed and downright perverse
as London’s Broken Dog, scaling down your songs and recording them as if through a thick layer of
gauze can be a liberating experience. |
Trails
(Big Cat) Scratching Post September 1997 by Dr. G Okay, so this was released around June time. But if you can still get hold of it, then please do. The title track is a short song that leaves you wanting to hear a 10 minute version of it, with it’s upliftingly relaxed guitar and beautiful lyrics, whilst the other 3 tracks meander along and leave you as pleased as punch. Very short single of the year. |
Trails
(Big Cat) Melody Maker June 21st 1997 by Mark Luffman For a very short second 'Trails' seems to be setting out as a sing-along. But by the end of the first line, we know where we’re always going with BD. In the looking glass, reflecting. 'I think I mostly just dream' they murmur, and instantly make the Nineties soundtrack to the idyllic escape scenes from 'Performance', where Edward Fox seems to enter a different world just by walking down a dozen stairs-so close to home, so foreign. Four walls do not a prison make, and Broken Dog are in a room of their own. 'Trails' isn’t much more than two minutes long, but how long do you need to fall in love? No longer than you do to fall out of love. Broken Dog know it-they limp a fine line. |
Safety In Numbers
(Big Cat) BB17 July 1998 by unknown Another fine band on the Big Cat label then. Broken Dog are destined for bigger and brighter things and as a starter 'Safety In Numbers' is a beautiful beginning. Boasting a lushious chorus and gloriously laid back guitars this is one of the best singles released thus far this year. What’s more I’ve also got the album and that is equally as stunning. Get your ears around this lot sooner rather than later. It is that good. |
Safety In Numbers
(Big Cat) Footloose July 29th 1998 by Andy Basire More Lo-fi noodling around from Broken Dog duo Martine and Clive, the lead track and little-known Kinks classic 'Lazy Old Sun' effortlessly evoking sun-drenched summer meadows whilst the overall vibe (six tracks spread over 17 minutes odd), manages to be simultaneously woozy, happy and a little bit disturbing. |
Zero
(Big Cat) Melody Maker September 12th 1998 by Jennifer Nine
Strangely, if you take Broken Dog’s magical second album of secret lullabies and slow, gently
crackling post-rock off the hi-fi and put on anything by Low, slow-core’s almost ridiculously
bashful American gold standard…in fact, Low sounds louder. And when you consider they rose to
semi-obscurity with the frozen wastes of Duluth, Minnesota, to inspire their near-silence, while
Broken dog’s Clive (plangent sounds) and Martine (regretful voice) sculpt their ice cathedrals
out of north London’s clatter, the luminous 'Zero' is all the more - quietly, of course -
astonishing. |
Zero
(Big Cat) City Lights August 1st 1998 by Marcie Broken Dogs haunting melodic cocktails ooze out of their new album 'Zero' with as much smoothness as Piers Brosnan riding that bike in that James Bond movie. Oh yes this is as smooth as Massive Attack, with the intelligence of Bjork. Songs like Laughing Girl, are so melodically poignant and rise above the hard core crap of today’s society. Close your eyes and feel yourself float above the world until you are merely an observer and have no links with insanity. The album is tight and flows exceptionally well, sliding from one enchantment to another. Running out in the Wild, runs away with your imagination. You’ll listen to this so many times that you’ll meet yourself coming back. It rarely gets harder than cotton, but cotton’s more comfortable than wool, don’t ya think? |
Zero
(Big Cat) Norwich Evening News July 31st 1998 by unknown What a horrid listening experience this turned out to be. Maybe I should have been warned off by the first track "Iceberg" which was two minutes and three seconds of a cello sliding up and down the scale. But it got worse, with every song littered by an unharmonious clash of guitars and strings topped by a girlie singer with an annoying whispery voice. The last track is titled 'Still Here?' to which the answer must be: Sorry, gave up long ago. |
Zero
(Big Cat) Leeds Guide July 1998 by Ian W Taking their name from an unpublished Verlaine libretto ('I’m an empty paper bag, a broken dog barking at a brown moon'), this is their second full LP for Big Cat records. A curious mixture of breathless vocals, eerie guitar and unearthly psychedelic noises, Zero is melancholy, lonesome and strangely hypnotic. You’ll find yourself singing words that you hadn’t even realised you’d heard. Fragile and beautiful. Superb. |
Sleeve With Hearts
(Piao!) Magnet - the year in music 1999 Hidden Treasures - 10 great albums buried in '99 Since the Cowboy Junkies and Mazzy Star have been spotted hanging out at the recycling center, it's up to England's Broken Dog to carry the torch for glacially paced psych/folk. Vocalist Martine Roberts makes you believe every exhalation might be her last, and Clive Painter adds just enough guitar to the canvas. Is this music or is it an oil painting? Either way, this is art in the most literal sense. |
Sleeve With Hearts
(Piao!) Mojo February 2000 by Joe Cushley Delicate third album from wizards of wistfulness. Many bands loosely gathered under the new acoustic banner seem to be gravitating towards silence. Broken Dog are one of the most complex and interesting of that ilk. Predictably, they are useless live, but Sleeve With Hearts is a beauteous, finely woven (if faded) tapestry. The opening song Tracks sets the tone. An entropic drum-beat (any slower and the world would stop turning) is dusted with gently dissonant trumpet and guitar played so reticently you can hear Clive Painter deliberately missing the strings. Ghosting through this mix Martine Roberts' breathy tones remind you of an anglicised Julee Cruise (David Lynch's chanteuse fatale).Variations on these themes constantly replenish the quiet pleasures of the piece (hypnotic banjo on Drink Was The Height Of The Day, ethereal Theremin on They Were Real). On Got No Wings, Roberts is 'Worried about heaven and hell and which would be worse'. She should sleep easy. |
Sleeve With Hearts
(Piao!) NME October 26th 1999 by Stevie Chick
For several years now they've lurked in the shadows, eking out a hushed, incandescent, mournful
folk. Like spirits of the forest, theirs was a slight, deliciously fragile magic; their previous
two albums scurrying from lo-fi boughs, so skittish and otherworldly you feared they'd melt under
focus. |
Anchor
(the Kitty Kitty corporation) NME by James Oldham Broken Dog have been making music that sounds like it's full of valium since 1996. A duo comprising of Martine Roberts (off-key singing) and Clive Painter (wobbly instruments), 'Anchor' is their first release on Quickspace's Kitty Kitty label, and it adheres to their woozy blueprint of fragile acoustics and droning rhythms. The B-side - a barely-there cover of The Left Banke's 'Sing Little Bird Sing' - somehow succeeds in making that sound like AC/DC which - believe us - is really saying something. |
Brighter Now
(the Kitty Kitty corporation) Ptolemaic Terrescope Number 31 - Winter 2001/2 by Tony Dale
'Brighter Now' is the forth album (hard to believe!) by the North London duo of Martine Roberts and Clive Painter, who have dreamed one giant flowing stream of bliss since around 1996, and surely helped
more than one soul retain it's equlibrium under the duress of the everyday. Their singular gift seems to be the ability to marry the independent musical cinema of Americans like Mazzy Star, the Cowboy
Junkies and Low to the kind of dense orchestrated studio-craft of the Slowdive and Loveless-period My Bloody Valentine. They'd probably kill me for the reference, but Julee Cruise is definetely echoed
by Martine's vocals, if not instrumentally. Things are not hurried here, and that is a good thing. |
Brighter Now
(the Kitty Kitty corporation) Playlouder by Nik Moore
Whilst the Velvet Underground seems to be the favourite act on everyone's lips for the purpose of comparison to the Noo Wave from the states - often, no doubt, from people who wouldn't know a
Velvet Underground song if it bit them on their Strokes T-shirt - I'm afraid that this writer must, once again, use the band's music as a reference point.
I bet if they were from Detroit we'd hear more about them...
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Brighter Now
(the Kitty Kitty corporation) The Sunday Times by Mark Edwards It's a brave band that will so obviously refer to a Nick Drake album title, given that Drake is currently riding high in both the Most Often Refered To As An Influence and the Current Reputation Dwarfs Actual Success charts; but Broken Dog are clearly confident enough to update Bryter Layter as Brighter Now. Mind you, the music doesn't suggest that it is even slightly brighter now. Fragile, vulnerable and just plain sad, the songs seem to concern a life of missed opportunities. What makes it all work is Martine Roberts' voice - exactly halfway between breathing and singing - Clive Painter's guitar-playing, extraordinarily muscular for such quiet slo-core fare, and the naggingly addictive way Broken Dog's psych-folk is played with the exaggerated determination of a sitcom drunk trying to get his keys in the front door. |
Brighter Now
(the Kitty Kitty corporation) Bleedmusic by Chris Houghton
You emerge from the rubble more alive than you began. You begin to see dizzy lights emerge from the distant corners of your eyes. Colours bleed into mindmelts, ambiguities smear into stark truths and you
start to wonder precisely why more bands don't have such haunted and heightened pace, this easy shadow-boxer grace. |
Brighter Now
(the Kitty Kitty corporation) Substance by Lucy Hurst Listening to Broken Dog is like being borne away on little white fluffy clouds. Martine Roberts' breathy off-kilter vocals linger above the stripped down guitar, with jarring harmonies in songs like 'Home Is A Crevice In The Grass', which is virtually an avant-jazz number with trumpets and piano. The album flutters between pretty ballads (envoking bands like Sixpence None The Richer - and I mean that in a good way, Low and Empress) and full on indie-pop numbers (echoing bands like the Aislers Set) with fluidity and ease. Broken Dog have been around for a number of years and have built up a reputation on the live circuit but this time around they want to take center stage. This album definately brings them out of their shell. If quiet is the new loud, the Broken Dog are shouting from the rooftops. |
Brighter Now
(the Kitty Kitty corporation) NME Sensitive indie from perennial underachievers by Kitty Empire
No, not Backyard Dog, but Broken Dog; neither 'bad' nor 'ruff', but a rather more skinny, sad-eyed and lost breed. |
Harmonia
(Tongue Master Records) The Sunday Times by Dan Cairns - 2/3 The day a shoe-gazing indie band who write ethereal songs about love and ennui (delivered with spooky emotional detachment) set these to anything other than shimmering, filigreed guitar and wheezing keyboards will be the day we know the revolution is nigh. But who needs something as untidy and inconvenient as revolution when you can have Clive Painter and Martine Roberts, back with a fifth helping of coffin-table music that is as beautiful and sepulchral as much determinedly insular music can be? So delicate it seems to leave only a trace of chill breath on your neck, '' Harmonia '' is almost certainly embedding itself slowly but surely in your unconscious. '' Don't sing to me, don't let that sweetness near. '' intones Roberts, doing precisely what she cautions against. Wonderful. |
Harmonia
(Tongue Master Records) Uncut by Jennifer Nine - 3/5
Dreamy lo-fi duo deliver diaphanous career-best |
Harmonia
(Tongue Master Records) Logo by Alan Downes - 4.5/5 Those drawn by lovely, lonely, trance-inducing melancholy will be thrilled at the return of Broken Dog following a two year hiatus. In the interim Clive Painter and Martine Roberts have been busying themselves raising the likes of (The Real) Tuesday Weld, Sigmatropic and Monograph to higher planes, returning with an all-too-short (38 minute) set of twitchy noir, otherwordly ethereality and rumbling threnody. Roberts' perpetually erotic baby-doll voice takes centre stage, but the real stars are Painter's vivid, multi-instrumental constructions; intricately folded, almost symphonic pieces that aren't so much arranged as forced into strangely-shaped boxes - one minute evoking a colliery band, the next decamping to Twin Peaks. Remarkably - for this is their fifth album - they're still revealing untapped potential. Wow. |
Harmonia
(Tongue Master Records) Metro by Claire Allfree - 3/5 Broken Dog are at the intersection of avant-abient and neo-folk music, drifting slow-mo acoustic across hushed electronica and the celestial effect that sounds like the dreams of sleeping children. Lifting them above the sludge of similar bands is outstanding vocalist Martine Roberts, who recalls Hope Sandoval and Stina Nordenstam but also survives with her own persona intact. Harmonia is the London band's fifth album and, alongside more mainstream bandssuch as Zero 7, sounds almostperversely uncommercial. Lovely, if only for those late nights when you can't listen to anything else. |
Harmonia
(Tongue Master Records) What's On by John Coleman - 4/5 If Broken Dog's Clive Painter and Martine Roberts were from a hip backwater in the States they would be much bigger, after five albums, than they are now. Their collective vision is one that walks the same meloncholy dirt roads populated by the likes of Low and Mazzy Star. Multi-instrumentalist Clive paints the musical backdrop with brushed guitars and swathes of psychedelic Harmonium effects while Martine's haunting, breathy vocals add colour to the picture. Broken Dog create a wall of sound in much the same way that Phil Spector or Kevin Shields and My Bloody Valentine do. Yet, theirs is a more gentle, folkier approach. The emotional impact is just the same though, with tunes like the beauteous, brass-tinged 'I Do Not Trouble', or 'Alone With A Pounding Heart' which brings to mind the atmospheric, cinematic vision of early Goldtrapp. The country-tinged 'Waiting For Something Big' and the sublime 'Radios' have a stark and mysterious beauty. The darkly gothic 'I'll Think Of It Today' is harmonia's finest moment in a collection of nine near-perfect tracks. |
Harmonia
(Tongue Master Records) TNT by Will Fulford-Jones - 6/10 You may have a record a little like this already. Most likely, it's a record by Mazzy Star, to whose gauzey atmospherics Clive Painter and Martine Roberts owe a substantial debt. Roberts is no Hope Sandoval, either vocally or lyrically (Origin is Unknown the worst offender on both counts), but for the most part, that's just fine; her slightly frayed voice suits the crackle of I'll Think of it Today and, especially, the slow burn of Words to a tee. |