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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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| Reviews Summary |
| Genius. - Mixmag / Utterly Essential - NME / Enthralling - All Music Guide / Startlingly Original - Wax / Certainly Beautiful And Strange - Rocksound / 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 |
| Warning: this album contains only four instances of the word "fuck," no "bitches," and has a solo played on a 7-speed kitchen blender. Some listeners may find this offensive. While much of the hip-hop world is busy counting cash in the back of a limo, cLOUDDEAD (Doseone, why?, and odd nosdam) work away with almost no equipment to find new places for the genre to go. This collection of their rare single releases crackles like a lost radio. Rapping turns to chanting and half singing, at times medieval sounding, at others like perverse country. It is also quite impenetrable: "The man with a negative wingspan eats sourdough Sue bread, and hits his highest note on tippy toe." The atmosphere echoes Dj Shadow's extraordinary Endtroducing as innocent clips of music and media, lifted from their original homes, take on unsettling new resonances as part of an exotica of slow rolling beats, Tom Waits like bone-shaking, and lo-fi grit. If you've abandoned mainstream hip-hop and are wondering where to head, jump in at the dark end. - The Guardian |
3XLP/Out Of Print