Filled with visions of feckless scarecrows, errant knights and the quiet joys of candlelight, the debut full-length album (The Lick On The Tip Of An Envelope Yet To Be Sent) by these medieval minstrels, Circulus , gave those brief hot summer months of 2005 a soundtrack of ancient wind instruments, 70s Moog synthesisers and ghostly harmonies. Now they are back and have moved five centuries into the future, creating a Baroque-Rock album of the highest caliber. Clocks are like people should see Circulus jump forward in terms of success as well as era’s. The much improved an accomplished songwriting/production on ‘Clocks’ shows Circulus in a more laid back and comfortable light. Key tracks ‘Song Of Our Despair’ and ‘Wherever She Goes’ have radio written all over them, whilst the Elizebithan harpsichord workout of ‘To The Fields’ or the Moog soaked wonders of ‘Bouree’ prove that the have lost none of their creative appeal.