Reviewing a Clinic album is like reviewing a Goosebumps novel. Each entry in both catalogues is nearly identical to those that came before, and, if they’re your kind of thing, they can be a pretty good time. No 13-year-olds were bothered when they read R.L. Stine’s recycled plots over and over. Why should Clinic get flack for refusing to abandon their established mixture of garage-y psych, surf-y punk and thrashy weirdness?

Then again, Goosebumps was never intended as more than quick entertainment. On their 2000 debut, Internal Wrangler, Clinic’s now well-worn shtick sounded like more. It was raw, it was vigorous, it was arty and it felt damn important. At the time, no one would have thought a band capable of such a vital sound would spend the better partof the next decade revisiting the well.

The only real distinguishing traits between Clinic’s releases is how engaged the band seems. In that sense, Do It! is Clinic’s best work since Internal Wrangler burst onto the scene. The sound is every bit as singular and worthwhile as it was eight years ago, it’s just not as head-turning. Sure, the band hasn’t displayed any growth throughout their career, but who wasn’t happy when they saw the sequel to Monster Blood on library shelves?