Are all your selves in agreement? Is anyone in agreement? cLOUDDEAD returns with its distorted beats, its nasal vocal interplay, left of field samples, and its first full-length CD since the compiled self-titled release of 2001. More sonically focused and assured with Ten, cLOUDDEAD's patented thud of muted soundscapes is still intact, and while the separation of the parts is more distinct and confident, the sum total is the same sideways brilliance. Genre bending is the norm here, but criticism has often been leveled that these emcees and multi-instrumentalists (Doseone, why?, and odd nosdam) aren't working within hip-hop's normative rules. This is the no music with no labels. Ostensibly, you could call these square pegs any number of genre labels, but few actually work. Heartfelt, unique, and engaging, cLOUDDEAD and their Anticon brethren aren't trying to live up to your expectations-so please go paint someone else into a corner. On Ten, cLOUDDEAD spin another batch of non-linear narratives, both playful and poetic, that deliver head scratching humor and absurdity, with deft pathos, in equal measure. - The Satellite |