Review – Pseudoubt – Where Nothing Grows

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By: Kaleb Bronson

Enter a world of ambiance, contrasted with intellectual hip-hop and stylistic beat focused rhythms, enter Pseudoubt’s new album, Where Nothing Grows, a collection of electronically charged verses that tickle parts of the mind.

Where Nothing Grows is Pseudoudt’s second LP and the crisp production shows that they are not new to the game. The intricate beats harmonize with the electronic maze of sounds. Immediately the first label that came to mind was Anticon, this record has Anticon written all over it. Not to compare to other artists, but this album has a specifically relatable style and sound.

The album is slow, yet interesting. This is a wake-up album, a cup of coffee while enjoying the sunrise; it is almost hypnotic. The first track that really sticks out is “Opaque,” a web of sounds and lyrical abilities. This is not only hip-hop, it is truly poetry. The interloping lyrics are faceted together with ambient technical wizardry.

As the record floats in the abyss, Pseudoubt invites a few characters to be featured on the record such as Kristoff Krane, Onry Ozzborn and Myka 9, all of which sink into the album like a butter knife in a hot Minnesota-made pie.

When Krane arrives on “Archangel,” his wisdom spit through his lyrics is highly elevated and painted beautifully across the landscape of the track. Each line that is split it not easy to chew on, it has thought, a specific concentration that needs to be absorbed more than once, which shows the level of intellect.

This album is quite lengthy, but in the right state of mind, it soothes throughout all 17-songs. Arriving at “Permafrost,” the second to last song, the mind has been tangled in a labyrinth of lyrics, yet, it feels refreshing.

Where Nothing Grows is not for the novice listener, this record has significant depth and Adriatic, Artifex and Riley Iris all paint a scene that shows reality in a rare form.

https://desoplex.bandcamp.com/album/where-nothing-grows

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