Dreadful Discs
Another wild album of total creative expression from Mr. Cloud, hopping between noise rock, country, techno, drone, broadway, jazz and unabashed pop to produce a bewildering, terrifying, sugar-coated journey into his warped psyche. The Christmas-gone-wrong packaging reflects how this staggers the magical and the brutal. If you want a taste, go check out the soaring rock-ambient ‘Away’ and then contrast with the groovy, sax-laden tuition-jam ‘Balloons’ or the shimmering, pounding headfuck of ‘Your Mom is Dead’. There’s some sound sounds. Styles, textures and ideas in abundance....
