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| All must hail - BBC / A brilliant swan song - CMJ / Genuinely Original - Uncut / Catchy and Sublime - Under The Radar / Unquestionably, cLOUDDEAD have arrived - Pitchfork / It's golden. - Magnet / Original and eccentric - Alarm / Its merits are aplenty and deep - Flyer / Strident and sophisticated - Grooves / Uniquely promising and satisfying - Stylus |
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| cLOUDDEAD have got to be one of the weirdest groups around at the moment. They sound like a snide and sinister cross between Land of the Loops and Boards of Canada. Pretty fucked up, right? Well, there's much fun to be had listening to the ten tracks on Ten. The first track, "Pop Song" is a multilayered burrito of a song with raps about spatulas and tongue depressors, absinthe drip female vocals, and more loops than you can shake a stick at. I forgot to mention that it's also catchy and sublime. Doseone, why?, and odd nosdam make up cLOUDDEAD, and as you have probably guessed, they like to break the rules of what makes music pop. The experimental music on Ten is challenging to be sure but rewards the listener on repeated spins. Their lyrics are at one second juvenile and then profound the next moment. Who else has made a thought-provoking song about finding a couple of dogs dead on the side of the road? Not only did cLOUDDEAD do it with "Dead Dogs Two," they even got Boards of Canada to remix it on their twelve-inch. The end result sounds like something an alien would compose in an attempt to replicate what we supposedly listen to. Listening to Ten with headphones sounds like flying saucers shooting laser beams into your ears. - Under the Radar |