No More Wig for Ohio
Dave Madson’s beats aren’t played out, they’re just tired. They crawl out of bed looking like shit but they don’t bother showering. Somewhere between the bedroom and the front door, they attract extra layers of dust and mold, bits of garbage latching magnetically onto them. Then Madson (aka Odd Nosdam) sends his beats out into the world, where they trawl back alleys and sewers for more friends. Come nightfall, the beats drag their asses back to Anticon HQ where Odd waits patiently, ready to rinse them through his trusty MPC-2000. Far dustier than his work with the quasi-symphonic cLOUDDEAD project, No More Wig For Ohio finds Odd burnishing misshapen gems into sonic gold. A narcotic fusion of grinding organ sequences, wistful synth passages and muffled breakbeats, the record exudes a childlike exuberance in the early going, before descending into a Shadow-esque gloom. As RJD2’s Deadringer was to 2002, so this album is to 2003.Martin Turenne--From URB Magazine