|MH-215 Busdriver & Radioinactive With Daedelus - The Weather
Busdriver and Radioinactive have created, along with producer extraordinaire Daedelus, a million-word-a-minute marathon of inside jokes, twisted narratives and abusive free-association backed with blip-hop beats assembled from samples of children's toys, a century worth of recorded music, and other unearthed sounds, all daftly computer twisted to optimum effect. The release combines the distinct talents and trademark styles of three individuals to create a sound all its own: left-field and envelope pushing, but still grounded in solid writing, well-crafted music, and perfect execution that seems effortless.
|Two of LA's most compelling avant-garde rappers - Rolling Stone / Plush as a space-age bachelor pad - XLR8R / Hip-hop monkeyshines have never sounded so fine - Grooves / Put on a helmet; this is one hell of a ride. - Impact Press / An exciting and interesting endeavor - Dusted / Dope but freaky sh** - SF Examiner
|For the past three years, the LA hip-hop community has yielded some amazingly original rap. They have created a relentlessly experimental movement and great albums like Busdriver's Temporary Forever and Radioinactive's Pyrimidi. On The Weather Daedelus backs the duo with tracks every bit as playful as their raps. The collision of percussion and scratch guitar on "Carl Weathers" evokes Boom Bip's junkyard funk aesthetic, while "Pen's Oil" finds Daedelus splicing together advertising jingles with piano fills while DJ ESP scratches a vinyl recording of a wind-up toy. Though the sounds subtly shift from lush downbeat exotica of "Germs The May Cause the Following:" to the sparkling Latin jazz of "Weather Locklear" the musical mood is a constantly whimsical backdrop of Busdriver and Radio's absurdist lyrics. Busdriver's raps here are less socially conscious than on Temporary Forever although he usually manages to toss in opinions. Hilariously, Radioinactive spends his time contradicting Busdriver's linear thoughts, twisting the latter's environmental concerns into "I need to go into the store to get you some gum 'cause your breath smells like the Exxon Valdez oil spill," reciting his words as if it was one long run-on sentence, but somehow remaining on beat. - The Wire