Adam Drucker concocts sonic walls of poetic verbiage so palpable and daunting he has to comply with multiple municipal building and zoning codes before even opening his mouth. As doseone — perhaps the most recognizable entity within the helium-throated enclave of Oakland avant-hip-hop lyricists and beatmakers known as Anticon — he has one of the most unique voices (literally and lyrically) you’ll ever strain to understand. Prolifically recorded with such loose-knit groups as cLOUDDEAD, 13 & God, and (most recently) Subtle, at first listen dose’s rhymes are fruitcake-dense clusterbombs of inscrutability. And even when you sit down with a lyric sheet to dissect his artfully dystopian imagery, good luck parsing the meaning behind All to euthanize the yolk-slicked white horse you rode in on/To stand and wipe the blue birth-blood from your eyes alone … These are the days of anyone being blonde/The days of mind convincing and the god/luck medium. No other rapper makes total confusion sound so sensible and soothing. Get lost.
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