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MH-211 Curse Ov Dialect - Lost In The Real Sky  Not content with recycling the same old beats and rhymes, Curse Ov Dialect reach for the next level by reinterpreting sounds from all eras and arenas into unique sonic collages with a hyper edge and extreme bounce. Their Mush debut, Lost In The Real Sky is an eighteen track introduction to their sound. Blending political raps written with the skill of a multi-cultural Public Enemy, a punk-rock aesthetic, and production that balances melodic samples and classic drums with world class turntablism, their focus is clearly on music as avant-garde hip-hop opera. From the playful opening snaps of "Baby How?" through the old world groove of "Multicultural Markets" to the darkness of "Water Thicker Than Blood," Lost In The Real Sky is an impressive debut from a unique and challenging new group. |
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| From here, the possibilities seem endless again. - Urb / A really strong record and the best yet these ears have heard from Australia - Muzik / Lost in the Real Sky is true next level shit - XLR8R / An über-weird, completely insane listening experience that deserves to be acclaimed - Blunt / Intoxicating and inspiring – Stealth |
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| The total fucking oddballs in post-hip-hop collective Curse ov Dialect are from Australia, naturally - the land of gawky nonconformists like the emu and the platypus. Their thick Oceanan accents stretch to the limit with quirky post-Freestyle Fellowship cadences, while sampled didgeridoos and noisemakers further convolute these kid koalas. The group's loopiness is seen in beats made from snipping scissors and lines from emcee Atarungi like, "Mr. Disarray riddles plankton, little shoe, amoebas waging war with testicle residue / Spermazoids deploy-oy is noids from the voy-oid!" - but on opener "Baby How?" it's grounded by a folksy hook slowed to a crawl. "Upside Down Frowns" meanwhile, is just whacked - ever-shifting noisy buzz-buzz, monkey howls, Robert Carradine's Revenge of the Nerds laugh - showing that Curse ov Dialect's avant beat-hop ("Like transit lounge balls at Charles De Gaulle / An overnight beard growth in a duty-free mall") is equal parts weighty politics and unabashed ludicrousness. Funnier than Doseone, noisier than Aceyalone, Lost in the Real Sky is one of the strangest things to emerge from Oz since that Nick Cave and Kylie duet. - CMJ |
2XLP/Out Of Print