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MH-206 cLOUDDEAD - cLOUDDEAD  "It's all the same shit but they call it cLOUDDEAD." cLOUDDEAD is the avant-hip-hop grouping of Doseone, why?, and odd nosdam. Fusing abstract beats, ambient pads, and interweaving vocals, cLOUDDEAD has created a release that owes as much to the Beatles as it does to hip-hop. Like Doseone and why?'s Greenthink project, cLOUDDEAD renounces the traditional hip-hop song format in favor of music made in movements. Six such movements were created to be released as a limited edition ten-inch series. Each release features a guest (Illogic, Dj Signify, Sole, the Wolf Bros., Mr. Dibbs, and The Bay Area Animals) and focuses on a specific theme. All six are combined to create a full-length that nullifies any preconception of style and raises the artistic bar for future Mush releases. |
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| Reviews Summary |
| Genius. - Mixmag / Utterly Essential - NME / Enthralling - All Music Guide / Startlingly Original - Wax / Certainly Beautiful And Strange - Rock Sound / Fascinating And Addictive - Esquire / A Landmark Album - Seven / A never less than intriguing debut - Q / Unequivocally the finest space-rock-rap album of 2001 - Mojo |
| It's pretty pissy to talk about anything being a breakthrough album, but there's some collected perception that this record will be the one to capture larger recognition for San Francisco hip-hop collective Anticon, despite the fact that it could be the strange crew's strangest record yet. Originally issued by Mush records as a string of six ten-inch singles, the record finds Doseone, why?, odd nosdam, and numerous assorted helpers traipsing through dense, foggy, almost-droning, utterly murky and resolutely un-hip-hop hip-hop environs. Recorded on the cheapest of Tascam four-tracks, it proudly bares its low-cost inceptions in its thick and fissured moods. In a way, the record almost seems like a hip-hop equivalent to lo-fi confessionalism or post-psychedelic guitar-drone, with Dose and why?'s spry, lithe, literary lyrical turns buried deep under disconcertingly loud vinyl crackles and machine hum; the quirky quips of their metafictional, self-reflexive, un-urban, mic-clutching poetry sometimes seem to merely rise up through the musical mist. - Neu Music |
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