Labels: Anticon
Review by: Hari Ashurst
I’m in Torquay. How did this happen. We can’t dwell on this too much, the primary goal is for me to serve my purpose here and then escape this crippled town before one of the savage locals do something that could aversely affect my life trajectory. I know the type of people that live here. Shit, I can see them sitting on the bench in the middle of the day just idly reading a paper (the news of the world of course) or with their menacing fluffy but rage filled dog. Either about to lunge or take a heinous dump on the pavement.
There’s one of those “Shop mobility’ hire places. Old people like autobots are returning every now and then slowly but steadily like a dalek on its last legs, refusing to go out with a shred of dignity. Walking around Woolworth’s is embarrassing enough without having to rely on a machine to cart you around like a human shopping basket. So why am I here? I’m not entirely sure but I have a V-shop bag in my hand and I’ve been having a recurring vision of a tattooed purple haired social accident lunging toward me handing me this very bag. What could possibly be in it? Not a shred of DNA I hope. I pull out the white end of a CD jewel case. It’s the new clouddead album. Or cLOUDDEAD. I think that’s how they intend people to type it. I remember briefly reading something about Anticon and capital letters. I gathered through my lazy comprehension that they don’t particularly like them, so I presume that this band name is some form of democratic equality posturing for small caps. Or is it?
So anyway, I didn’t particularly like the last album so I don’t really know why I picked it up. I was hoping Dose One didn’t have anything to do with this album; he seems to ruin anything he opens his mouth on. I was also hoping this was some kind of insane Pearl Jam tribute CD. They could release a really fucked version of “Jeremy’, the video would be especially fucked because the kid would go to the front of the class and instead of killing himself he would play a cLOUDDEAD CD and the whole class would kill themselves. But really, this isn’t too bad. It has its moments, the lyrics still grate but sometimes they hit some rich vein of melody and rhythm and it works. You hear what they are trying to accomplish, they just aren’t very consistent with it.