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MH-206 cLOUDDEAD - cLOUDDEAD  "It's all the same shit but they call it cLOUDDEAD." cLOUDDEAD is the avant-hip-hop grouping of Doseone, why?, and odd nosdam. Fusing abstract beats, ambient pads, and interweaving vocals, cLOUDDEAD has created a release that owes as much to the Beatles as it does to hip-hop. Like Doseone and why?'s Greenthink project, cLOUDDEAD renounces the traditional hip-hop song format in favor of music made in movements. Six such movements were created to be released as a limited edition ten-inch series. Each release features a guest (Illogic, Dj Signify, Sole, the Wolf Bros., Mr. Dibbs, and The Bay Area Animals) and focuses on a specific theme. All six are combined to create a full-length that nullifies any preconception of style and raises the artistic bar for future Mush releases. |
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| Genius - Mixmag / Utterly essential - NME / Enthralling - All Music Guide / Startlingly original - Wax / Certainly beautiful and strange - Rock Sound / Fascinating and addictive - Esquire / A landmark album - Seven / No combination of adjectives could accurately portray what you'll hear and no second-hand gushing will prepare you for the immense pleasure that is sure to wash over you when you put this album on. - Stylus |
| If you like neatly defined genre boundaries, keep the hell away from cLOUDDEAD. The Bay Area three-piece are, simultaneously, a break-based reworking project involving the stolen DNA of Syd Barret and the nasal one from Cypress Hill and, finally, geniuses. This self-titled debut long-player draws together an impossibly rare series of DIY ten-inches releases by members of the neo-hip-hop crew Anticon. The tracks are all ultra-low budget amalgams of dense-but-sparse stuttering orchestral breaks and willfully peculiar subject matter, lent a healthy dollop of Lynchian menace thanks to frequent pops and clicks from the group's faulty eight-track. The high-speed, non-rhymed mutterings from Doseone, why? and odd nosdam mightn't please the hip-hop purist, but their cracked old-school patterns and country-ish sing-alongs add to the atmosphere of feverish invention and self-referential satire that combine to make the record a near-perfect peep into a micro-scene that, by rights, should take over the world. - Jockey Slut |
3XLP/Out Of Print