January 1, 2004
CEX [I]MARYLAND MANSIONS[/I] REVIEW
Cex pushes his twisted hip-hop vision deeper into everyday despair on Maryland Mansions, and continues to blur distinctions between his assortment of stylistic resources. The eight-song record is an angst-ridden, often desperate inner portrait of the artist, where the edges of rap, emo, and IDM corrode on contact. At his best, Cex draws a visceral sadness to the top of his stripped-down, chopped-up production (“My Head”; “New Maps”); at weaker moments, he slips too deep into metaphor, and cleverness detracts from his oppressive soundscapes.Mansions end result is a scarred mess, a fitting aesthetic for such introspective music.
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