Clover Club Recordings About Us
Our Story

Since Los Angeles-based Clover Club Recordings opened its doors in 2002, the company has grown into a fully legitimate, legally recognized record company, complete with a squadron of female private security officers, a fax machine, and two staplers (one of which is a red Swingline).

Our commitment extends not only to the voices in our heads which command us to bring forth quality House music or perish in a sea of boiling shit, but also to you, our valued customer.


Are you looking at my gut?  I'm workin' on it, OK?!
DJ Wonder Bred (innocent bystander) along with
Clover Club staffers Doron, Gabe, and Chris Paine



Our Commitment to the Clover Club Customer

We at Clover Club Recordings do solemnly swear to provide our customers with the highest grade of quality, whether it be the pressing of our vinyl, the artwork on our packaging, or the ass-violating effect of our music. And speaking of seas of boiling shit, UNLIKE the competition, we vow to never release music that’s safely status quo, meaninglessly minimal, or serious but shallow.

Further distinguishing Clover Club among House music labels is our dedication to the art of music. This means that any and all product bearing the Clover Club imprint will always have interesting, intentional harmony, physically engaging beats, and professional production quality, but never intonation problems, incoherent melodies, or amateurish improvisation.

So whether you're a distributor or a DJ, or a typist for that matter, you can look to Clover Club as a partner in maximizing your growth - both spiritually AND financially!


Doron remembering something funny his parole officer said, Miami, 2002


Looking to the Future

We at Clover Club have seen the future . . . and we’d like our money back! But seriously folks, we’ve got plans . . . big plans. You may ask us, "To which plans could you be referring, besides of course your Youth-to-Work programs in Clover Club’s Cambodia and Bangalore facilities?" And to that we simply giggle for a moment, then abruptly become serious for, like, a minute, and then start laughing nervously before getting all somber again and finally storming out of the room.


Gabriel, trying to figure out what the 'power' knob is for, Miami, 2002

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