A river of stream-of-consciousness poems disguised as rhymes and delivered, often with impressive rapidity, in an incredible variety of ways over a Pandora's box of beats, bells, auras and various noises. This is Doseone's dream state, and you, listener, are invited to partake of his notebook of verbal sketches, bizarre visions, abstract phrases, bleak dramas and jungle polyrhythm. Boom Bip provides the beats, the strange and ominous synth washes, and the assorted background eccentricities, but this is clearly Doseone's show. This CD is a stage for his sweltering ramblings, parenthetical addendums, and lyrical musings. Lyrically, it can be about as coherent as a conversation with a schizo, but who was it that said that schizophrenia was a desirable form of entertainment we should embrace and employ, because schizophrenia is the only revolution left to us, anyway? Well, I'm not read to commit to it just yet, but, in the meantime, Doseone's detached immersion in his world of whispering dreams and shouting storms will suffice. - Copper Press |