| It's a of bunch mind bashing crazy shit I can tell you. Under the pretence of creating hip-hop, cLOUDDEAD have made an artist's reconstruction of the sound of hell imploding. Through futuristic fantasy soundscapes that at times bring to mind the hellish geographic cinematography of the film Blade Runner, they have managed to bring their own personal sorrow and alienation to the forefront. The LP starts off with an intro that would not look out of place on Radiohead's Kid A. All indescribable, unplacable electronic tonal noise. The two emcee's kick in after some time. The vocals are tracked over each other. Only odd words and rhymes can be made out. They haven't gone left-field, they've buggered off over the field's fence and are still running. Melodies, guitars, pianos, samples, drum machines, drum kits, saws (yes saws) are all spliced together on an 8-tracker. The results needs to be studied, re-listened to, and reasoning and understanding must be applied. The lyrics of the tracks are printed. They are, however, superfluous, the record is about understanding of a world, of a mind, through noise. The outcome is good. This is bedroom music. Made in the bedroom, for the bedroom. - Brain Farm |
3XLP/Out Of Print