LONDON CONCERT REVIEW
STRONG ROOMS, 5 MAY 2001
Words never fail Doseone. They yield unto him, obeying his every whim. He speeds 'em up like they're hurtling through hyperspace, or slows 'em up down like they're melting into wax, or manipulates 'em 'till they're proving all sorts of illogic. Sometimes to prove a point, sometimes just 'cos it sounds good, sometimes just 'cos he can.
A mixture of performance artist, street poet and radical rapper, Doseone's a member of the Anticon collective, nonconformists hip-hoppers caught halfway between the stoopidest comic strip and the heaviest literature, burning rulebooks with glee. He's also one-third of their latest offshoot, cLOUDDEAD, who owe more to the vagrant experiments of The Beta Band than Kurtis Blow.
Tonight he zips through a most motley catalogue from 'Homeless Poem' to 'Day Job Be The Death Of Me', incandescent as he spirals off into the verbal unknown, always by the seat of his pants. A thoroughly intellectualised postrapper chuckling at the tenets of what you 'can' and 'can't' do with rap. Those tired of those who follow hip-hop's path by rote should take this road less travelled. He might be crazy, but he never feels anything less than brilliantly in control.