Beta One
label: gig city

producers: pilot balloon, thebutterflyswift, kaeoflux, digistance, optimis, pregnantwaterrock, jud, k-the-i???.
year of release: 2002
websites: komadose.com
This music is an extracurricular study for the common rap head. There's a couple of books every person is made to read in school. But the book club gets down to the grittier, the kinkier, the more elaborate, eloquent, exquisite material. And if the teacher tells you about Jurassic 5 in the morning, then Komadose is the matter of discussion after school. Concerning things like mathematical logic. With problems like how long does it take to record a good song? Are there mathematical theories and paragraphs, graphs and paratheories that calculate it? Is there a tendency in the longer the better? Does the quality rise exponentially?
What if the literature for everyone is good but bland. The work afterwards is eccentric but better. Just because it is. The dose of coma is taking you deeper. A track like "You And What Army?", along with its brother "CompoundX", is just poison within fresh air. Safe905, a subentity of Komadose, and WepOne do serious damage. They write synthesized graffiti, that no paint easily buffs. TheButterflyswift and KaeoFLUX beats are just harsh, an electric cord that winds and crawls snake like over a magnetic steal floor, with the rubber shoes that keep you alive slowly melting under your feet. The lyrics are Kafka. They are Borchert. On here like on every other track. They are RAW as in Richard Anton Wilson. They turn plots, twists epilogues, dialogues, word hands on experience, sense in insense. Massive like Chicago brethren in rubbery rooms.

tracklisting
1. Pilot Balloon : Beta Test
2. Butterflyswift : Pulsar Star
3. KaeoFLUX feat. K-the-I??? : The Cessation Of Samsara
4. Safe905 : You And What Army?

5. WepOne : CompoundX
6. BrokenKlutch : Breath Of Bad Grammer
7. Polymorphik : Preserved Graphics
8. Optimis : CockyMF9
9. Safe905 : The Human Race
10. BrokenKlutch feat. Str8-A, Strategist : Murked Out
11. Optimis feat. Butterflyswift : Lava Death
12. Jud : Curacao
13. KaeoFLUX feat. Butterflyswift : Quaker Guns
14. K-the-I??? : Nova Solar Search
What's obviously a hint and a perfect relative, relatively. As the ones just came first with these here not coming second in any competition or in line when it came to hand out skills. Be it TheButterflyswift's always incredible compositions (for example "Pulsar Star"), that always speak only little less than the lyrics. Or be it KaeoFLUX's always enhancing scratching, that adds the electronic message of panic and pain. Or be it, as said, every emcee who speaks on material like the hibernation of the Great Gatsby. A literature reference, only for the extracurricular public. It's the bigness of a "Preserved Graphics" that exposes that stability is no longer an option. It's the sweetness of "CockyMF9" that lures you, the traditionally handling of "The Human Race", all that jazz of Jud's "Curacao", the melancholy of KaeoFLUX' "Quaker Guns", the mocking of "Lava Dream" and the out of this eternity "Nova Solar Search", by K-the-I???. A name you'll hear soon again, with a different logo and who you hear over the excessive macrocosmos of a lot at the same time.
While not everything's as good as. Like Pilot Balloon lacks to blow enough air into "The Cessation Of Samsara" to it be of full stature. PregnantWaterRock hammered his beat of "Murked Out" with too much Rock. And then there are the lyrics, that despite continues listening, do not have to completely expose their wisdom to you. You feel like listening in on an advance German class, grasping the odd word here and there, getting the overall context, but you feel not prepared to raise your hand to join the conversation. Be it the lack of the listener or the lack of initiation, the lyrics will puzzle.
With all pieces fitting though: the beats need these lyrics, the scratches need these beats, the horse needs the cowboy to know in what direction the sun will set. Komadose needs confusion to be the subject matter of the 201. It's ill shit. It's industrialized rubble of no beauty, unless it's looked at with the eye of cruel aesthetics. Just like two years ago, you brought your dirty denims to the cleaner. Now they are fashion. This could be popular too. But maybe it's too good to be that.
review: tadah
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