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Reviews Summary |
All must hail - BBC / A brilliant swan song - CMJ / Genuinely original - Uncut / Catchy and sublime - Under The Radar / Unquestionably, cLOUDDEAD have arrived - Pitchfork / It’s golden - Magnet / Original and eccentric - Alarm / Strident and sophisticated - Grooves / Promising and satisfying – Stylus |
cLOUDDEAD are a hip-hop trio from Oakland. Hmmm already I am doing them an injustice. Ok let's just stick with the basic facts for now. Ten is their second album release, the follow-up to their much-lauded self-titled debut, and it is probably the most unique record you'll hear this year. It's hip-hop but only in the sense that cLOUDDEAD use the same styles and techniques like cutting and scratching or sampling. In certain parts it's more like deranged folk music made by a barbershop quartet of midgets who've drank too much Coca -Cola, other times it's hard to draw comparisons with anything. Tracks can revolve around scratched nursery rhymes, Beach Boys style harmonies, improvised instruments and simple white noise, but the music is fractured and in constant flux. It's like eavesdropping on Boards of Canada in therapy. Lyricists Doseone and why? aren't so much rappers, as autistic stalkers of a world they capture from hasty snatches of overheard conversations at dusty highway cafes. They are outsiders, always listening in on civilization from the shimmering desert road that surrounds it. Their words are like the beat prose of Kerouac or Burroughs that ranges from the banal ("Youngsters today are not prepared to buy plants or collect stamps") to the inspired ("The makers of guns will never go hungry") and frequently incomprehensible. Ten can be considered a great record simply because of its sheer originality. It's enough that there's a group out there like cLOUDDEAD making music that is as bizarre and beautiful as Ten. It won't be to everyone's taste but that shouldn't stop everyone listening to it anyway. - Eye Ball Kid |