| Now there are times when words won't do and sound bites and bird noises and people in no-piece suits are needed and his wife just bought a clothes dryer - no no no, sound bites is the last thing this is, anyone can collage sound bites. You want something like you never ever heard before, you want the invitingly insane mutterings and fresh frustration water and it all lands in tears anyway and...? Am I making sense? (no.) Look, this isn't collaged sound bites - this works, this flows, this is one whole, he says it's not supposed to make sense but it does, believe me it makes total sense and you'll remember the place on the grass that you're suppose to go and sit and you'll be hooked from play number one and you'll love this record like no other, you'll keep it in a special place, you'll tape it for others, you'll know what that goose on the canal outside is honking about. There are no boundaries here, no real reference points - it's not a dance record, it's not a rock record, it's not a song record - it's none of those things or anything else. It's an avant hip-hop weave on a wavelength all of it's own, an intricate textured tapestry of a journey, mellow beats, sublime cuts, warm soundscapes and a million surface noises and hip-hop sounds that all bring lyricist Doseone's (also a member of cLOUDDEAD) almost spoken-word and almost childlike imagination to such satisfying life. Yes, it may be baffling, it's like a cool spring with it's bird calls and chaos theory and bleeps and vinyl crackle and it all flows with such inviting warmth. You'll find this mellow hip-hop warm and refreshing and it could well turn out to be a classic. - Organ |
2XLP/Out Of Print