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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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| The buggiest offshoot of the most bugged out collective in all of hip-hop have joined forces once again to create quite possibly the freakiest slice of urban psychedelia since Maggot Brain with their second full-length effort. Ten finds the Anticon-based trio of Doseone, why?, and odd nosdam Dropping b-boy Dadaist expressionism that trumps anything they have thrown at us in the past. In the universe of cLOUDDEAD, bizarre film samples, gong-inspired space jams and tongue-twisted harmonizing are as essential as a Nate Dogg chorus and their beats can get the club as crunk as anything conspired by Nelly on a Saturday night. But here on earth, Ten provides the new soundtrack for 21st century blaze sessions for kids with both Funcrusher Plus and Atom Heart Mother in their iPod. - Interboro Rock Tribune |