|MH-201 Boom Bip & Doseone - Circle
A Birdcatcher in a no-piece suit and a Town Crier in the round, Circle is the critically acclaimed full-length from vocalist Doseone and producer Boom Bip. The New York Times has named Circle one of the "Top-Ten Worthwhile Albums of the Year" and the duo have been rewarded with over a dozen artist profiles including a feature in The Wire and nods to Doseone as Spin's "Incoming" and CMJ's "On the Verge" artist-of-the-month. A cohesive work of word and sound that ends where it begins and emulates the child within, Circle combines honest word and live instrumentation with an amalgam of sixties, seventies, eighties, and nineties compositions. Doseone does it all, prose at light speed, in slow speak, and even bird calls. Circle is at once like everything and nothing before it - and what comes next will not be the same.
|A masterpiece, fladdout - Your Flesh / Let them take your inner ear outer there. - NME / Invigorating, wildly innovative and inventive - Play Louder / Ambitious, off the wall, and impossible to justice in a review - Straight No Chaser / A landmark moment in hip-hop history - Exclaim! / This might be the best... document to have emerged from hip-hop's savant-garde - The Wire
|With his bizarre, sprawling-off-the-wall one-off collaborative album with Boom Bip, Doseone represents his life with naked ambition, inviting listeners into the Freudian reaches of his I'm-a-nervous-guy mind with scant regard to the artifice of the compact-disc, or, for that matter, the listener them self. Issued by the shiny, healthy, 60% less breakage Mush records a couple years back, Circle has now been given up to-the-world-at-large by London's Leaf label, and it sounds just as transgressively-charming these days as it did then. Commencing with nothing less than the phrase "I'm uncomfortable in my own skin," Dose's flows-as-poems come-and-go with abstracted abandon, his carefully-drawn words filled with much cultivated-comedy; such always best seen with his fetishistic love of talking about Jesus in pure comic conceit ("Jesus wasn't a carpenter, he was a gardener"); all the while Boom Bip making with the kind of collages that'll have hip-hop fundamentalists running for cover but hip-hop transgressives hearts a-flutter. - Beat