Wichita Falls ...and the Bad Blood features Will Clinton with drums and percussion by Brad Porter. Additional guitars on All My Dreams were played by Rashed Arafat. ...and the Bad Blood was recorded by Clinton at Boots Lake Recordings in Chatham County, North Carolina and Mastered by Brent Lambert at Kitchen Mastering in Carrboro, North Carolina. Album Art by Margaret R Clinton. Design by Will Clinton. "Chapel Hill’s Will Clinton exhausts a lot of energy helping other artists: With Boots Lake Recordings, the small-scale digital recording space that has taken over his living room, he has helped produce efforts from North Elementary side project Jphono1 and Squirrel Nut Zippers alum Katharine Whalen. But Clinton is more than just a musical enabler; the fraught and feisty indie rock of his Wichita Falls is emphatic proof. Though the band made their live debut last year at a No More Fake Labels showcase during New York’s CMJ Music Marathon, the project has often been a solitary pursuit. Clinton produced the band’s recent offerings—two EPs and a split with Jphono1—almost entirely by himself. The early ...and the Tiny Strings finds him singing over brittle, unadorned acoustic strums and layering his charmingly off-kilter harmonies. In this context, his dense, almost stream-of-consciousness narratives have an impact similar to that of Destroyer. On the other hand, ...and the Bad Blood is a purposeful portion of nervy and addictive rock and a more accurate preview of Clinton’s live band. He still plays every instrument on the record—save the percussion, which is provided by Brad Porter—but these songs are marked by the kind of energetic abandon best expressed by four people sweating it out in a cramped rock club. Opener “All My Dreams” rattles along with a strident garage riff that recalls The Strokes, but it’s bolstered by gobs of fuzz that should please Pavement devotees. “The Floors” lilts with dreamy electric guitar and calm acoustic chords before exploding with ferocious fuzz. “What I want to know is what I’m doing here in a nursing home, waiting alone,” Clinton shouts. “Last thing I remember, I was only 20-something years old.” Wichita Falls’ songs are rife with desperate confusion, a mood completed by ...and the Bad Blood’s manic and mercurial rock. A skilled producer and a potent songwriter, Clinton is quite the double threat." —Jordan Lawrence