Adjectives to try on while cLOUDDEAD plays a sweet, confusing symphony on the stereo: wistful, lonely, hopeful, thirsty, puzzled, soaked, lost, content, distressed. Start the information ticker: cLOUDDEAD is the collaboration of geniuses Doseone, why?, and odd nosdam. You've probably heard their names floating around in Anticon circles but drop the preconceptual baggage you have about that collective, about white rap, about the beat orthodoxy that constitutes current hip-hop, about the emotional range you can express and still claim a lineage that includes the Sugar Hill Gang, and open up your ears to cLOUDDEAD. There aren't easy reference points here, but you can draw some crooked lines from My Bloody Valentine's smeared soundscapes and from the Bomb Squad's edited-to-death production to cLOUDDEAD's sound, but don't bother. Put it in the Discman and take a walk. Lie down and watch the sky. PS: Yes, that's a blender solo. - Grooves |