|Making perfect sense is irrational. Think about it. See you tried, but there was nothing there. It's a sterile uninspired life destined to end with a boring old period. Every social interaction, artistic notion, scientific discovery and pointless whim folds in on itself until there's nothing left but a giant dead-end dot.|
It's been said that cLOUDDEAD makes nonsensical music, songs about nothing. Their sound is a collage of instruments and breakbeats, warm keytones, crunchy swells, lo-fi disturbance and ancient vinyl snippets. The vocals are rhythmic and harmonic at odd angles, and the words are clipped images from past days. There are no slick morals, just impressionistic lines and slight observations that sometimes sound like the ramblings of madmen staring at the end of the world.
But by not making sense as we know it, cLOUDDEAD create music that is open to interpretation. You can draw your own conclusions, fill in the blanks, or tell your own story using their words. and one day you might hear hip-hop in it, but the next you'll year dub. Or rock. Or Brian Eno. The end result isn't nonsense at all; it's quite simply music about everything. And that may not make a whole lot of sense, but I'll take a question mark over a period any day. - Filter