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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 |
| Why hasn't the bay area's Anticon hip-hop collective become the biggest thing since sliced bread? Deep Puddle Dynamics, Themselves, cLOUDDEAD (just to name a few) are all producing some of the most interesting, progressive and cerebral hip-hop in the country. cLOUDDEAD's most recent release is a collection of ten-inches recorded between 1998-2000. As a collection it's almost too much. Every track is so dense, so honest, so compelling, so confusing, so full of hopelessness that by the end of the record you can't help but feel totally overwhelmed. It's more surrealism than it is hip-hop. They've stripped everything down to its bare essentials simplifying every element within each piece, blurring the line between imagination and reality. The beats and samples seem like they would be more suited to a Neotropic and the lyrics/rapping/spoken-word seems an ode to Jean-Paul Sartre's Nausea. The density of the verse combined with the layers of nakedness within the beats create avant-hip-hop soundscapes that become more addicting and pleasure inducing than mainlining morphine. - Heckler |
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