|MH-211 Curse Ov Dialect - Lost In The Real Sky
Not content with recycling the same old beats and rhymes, Curse Ov Dialect reach for the next level by reinterpreting sounds from all eras and arenas into unique sonic collages with a hyper edge and extreme bounce. Their Mush debut, Lost In The Real Sky is an eighteen track introduction to their sound. Blending political raps written with the skill of a multi-cultural Public Enemy, a punk-rock aesthetic, and production that balances melodic samples and classic drums with world class turntablism, their focus is clearly on music as avant-garde hip-hop opera. From the playful opening snaps of "Baby How?" through the old world groove of "Multicultural Markets" to the darkness of "Water Thicker Than Blood," Lost In The Real Sky is an impressive debut from a unique and challenging new group.
|From here, the possibilities seem endless again. - Urb / A really strong record and the best yet these ears have heard from Australia - Muzik / Lost in the Real Sky is true next level shit - XLR8R / An über-weird, completely insane listening experience that deserves to be acclaimed - Blunt / Intoxicating and inspiring – Stealth
|Like Coca-Cola, hip-hop has a global reach. But whereas Coke tastes the same in Moscow as it does in Montreal, rap has a different flavor in every city, melding the urban imperative of its American origins with the intrinsic features of its eventual resting place. This globalization effect is gloriously audible on Lost in the Real Sky, the first full-length from Australia's eccentric Curse ov Dialect. This defiantly based fivesome waxes lyrical on multiculturalism, shamans and genocide. Even when they're delivering fierce denunciations of their country's racist past, these emcees present their views with some flair, sounding like Anticon gone Down Under. Sonically, the stew is strewn with spices from every corner of the global bazaar, sampling sunny reggae riddims on "Vertical Ascension" and wheezy polka vibes on "Upside Down Frowns." Throughout, these Aussies come off like idiot savants, divining hip-hop's destiny as the globe's greatest folk form. From here, the possibilities seem endless again. - Urb