With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
cLOUDDEAD : cLOUDDEAD
Fresh US hip-hop on a bucolic tip
It isn't, by any means, easy listening. This music takes the most abstract fallout of trip-hop as its starting point, working in white noise, telephone pranks and post-rock textures to create a disorientating mush you'll spend weeks getting lost in. It's not for everyone, as the Marmite-esque partisan reactions it has prompted in this very office prove.
But this is pure, beautiful music, for those who can acclimatise to the bizarre sonic terrain. Why? and Doseone's vocals take in Marvin Gaye-esque soul-squeals, plantation chants and Rakim-on-Ritalin rhymeflows, while Nosdam's patchworks veer between dreamy bliss-outs and nightmarish bruises of dischord (see 'JimmyBreeze'). Defying any description, vaulting
all boundaries, cLOUDDEAD are utterly essential.
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