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I’ve been cultivating a love of Clubroot<\/strong>‘s debut self-titled album this week, and dealing with my own response to the inevitable Burial<\/strong> comparisons. Ultimately, I feel sorry for Clubroot, but I tend to agree with them. And that said, I fear that every other review or mention is now destined to mention the ‘B’ word, and here I stand with a can of my own gasoline, adding fuel to the pyre.<\/p>\n Thankfully, Clubroot is no mere copyist. He may well be following the growing list of exiles that have now fully emerged from the dubstep cocoon, but he opts for a parallel route that seemingly taps into a concurrent junglist (rather than garage) vein. Whilst Burial arguably heads for the narcotics, Clubroot has a tentative hand on the amphetamines – not yet swallowing the contents, but hovering with an overstretched palm, threatening to let go at any moment.<\/p>\n This recent 20-minute mix from Radio 1’s Mary Anne Hobbs show gives you a crystal clear indication of what to expect from the album, available on Lodubs via Boomkat<\/a>.<\/p>\n