When in ‘
Ouster Stew’ video
Crack Cloud dressed-up like a pack of hippies-went-guerrilla, we knew that whatever this Canadian collective will cook up for their debut album, it will be kooky. ‘
Pain Olympics’ is just a special kind of competition.
They play with military march-like patters, only to reconstruct them. It’s never predictable. Over-compared to Gang of Four, Crack Cloud grew out of the post-punk box, being fed hip-hop, electronica and gritty jazz flavoured steroids. They went beyond the band and beats experience.
‘Post Truth (Birth Of A Nation)’ cues that a wicked ceremony is about to happen. Everything you’re about to experience is sacred. It’s a holy howl of the cult, not collective. ‘
Bastard Basket’ gets you on board with the blasphemy via trance-inducing drums while those madmen are on the quest to fix their broken identities. ‘
Somethings Gotta Give's drilling jazz melody really gets you really going for ‘
The Next Fix’, a funk-driven rap-whispered chase for kicks and urgent reminder of the consequences of the game. Still, this Olympics have winners. ‘Ouster Stew’, a despair-scented manifesto of communal living and the clash of desires, to belong or to be free, and ‘Angel Dust (Eternal Peace)’, a heavenly unwind at the alien mass.
