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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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| What the fuck's the difference between rap and hip-hop? Last weekend I was at a party and there were these DJs, two bad beard fucks from Little Tokyo, who, after I'd requested they play "Gangsta Nation" told me they "only drop pure hip-hop." George thinks hip-hop is what people in New York call rap. Jazmina said it's just what pretentious people prefer. Both of those sound pretty lush to me, so I'll just say that the three guys who make up cLOUDDEAD - Doseone, why?, and odd nosdam - do rap and do it well. The lyrics piss on the stuff that guys at other "indie hip-hop labels" 'rhea out, and the music sounds like a plate of carne asada that's been marinating for too long and now the mosquitoes are buzzing around it. Some of it's kind of obnoxious and reminds me why the Bay's not as fun as LA, but they mention dogs in at least two songs, which pretty much confirms your album's excellence (see Baxter Dury and James Yorkston for reinforcement on this theory). I only like rap and country, and this falls somewhere in between. - Fugue |