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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 |
Culled from a series of limited ten-inch releases, cLOUDDEAD's eponymous debut isn't so much a fully formed album as it is a well-executed exercise in seasick, proggist psychedelia. With background textures that rival Boards of Canada in pastoral, tree-lined opacity and an obvious predilection for boggy atmospherics, cLOUDDEAD handily distances themselves from the rest of their hip-hop brethren. Indeed, this is something more considered and sinister - less about wayward braggadocio than it is about keeping your doors dead bolted at all hours of the night. Even their less-is-more approach to vocalism eventually starts playing tricks on your mind; when lyricists Doseone and why? emerge, it's usually to puncture the pleasant fog of some dulcet, wavering sample. The whole album reads like that; the sonic equivalent of your first legitimate drug trip as narrated by two jittery but triumphant kids who can't bear to keep their choice hiding place a secret any longer. While it's perhaps a tad overlong, cLOUDDEAD doesn't suffer from any shortage of great ideas. It's menacing, it's enthralling, and it's one of few modern-day records (hip-hop or otherwise) that honestly doesn't sound like anything - or anyone - else. - All Music Guide |