Clouded Vision
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Clouded Vision

Band Alternative Reggae


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"Enjoying Clouded Vision"

Clouded Vision has given reggae new life, a music genre we once thought was slowly fading is alive and thriving with this band. With Kevin's Unique vocals and the bands extrodinary skills this mash up of reggae and rock can quench any music lovers thirst..- Adriana Ramirez KALZ Alice96.7 Fresno,Ca - Adriana Ramirez

"Bringing the noise!!!"

There's something beautiful about music, many things actually, and most of those things are being combined by Clouded Vision. I witnessed their live performance at The Fat Cat in Modesto, they played an AWESOME show with The Expendables. I was blown away by the energy that they hit the crowd with. Not to mention the Fat Cat has a great stage, and Clouded utilized it!! Can't wait to see them again!

Papa Roots
KFSR 90.7 - Tray Markwith


Clouded Vision (self-titled 17songs)
Do What You Gotta Do, Dreams - Alice 96.7
Comfortable, Crashing Down, You - KRZR 103.7
A Better Way - New Rock 104.1



Clouded Vision began one cold morning in Fresno, Ca. Kevin Hayashi was alone in his bedroom, eating brownies and contemplating his part in this savage beast called the music business. Disgruntled, Kevin decided to pick up his axe (guitar) and chop some wood. In the mist of this madness, Blake Reynolds, in desperate need of a bloody mary, was racing on his way to the local pub and heard something he had never heard before. Puzzled, he brought his ten speed to a screeching halt....Rock? he thought......reggae?.... arghh!!!! he screamed, He jolted toward the wood chopping. Seconds later he was distracted by the next pub and vanished in a cloud of smoke. Kevin kept choppin and the ladies kept hoppin.
Down in the Tower District, Losi was rollin on 10s.....clean ass 10s, but 10s nonetheless, heard the wood busting. Hip hop? he thought....blues?....gurbuhdarbadurb he confusely mumbled. He too began to head towards the sounds he heard as he smoothly made a uturn in that G ride of his. About 18 seconds later Losi was blinded by that paper chase and he vanished as well.
Doug, working his ass off all early in the mornin....was layin all kinds of solar panels as he heard the same new that acoustic?? he wondered.......Punkrock??...Doug urgently glided down that ladder and took off on foot towards that sound.......yup....once again a goodman was distracted from where he really wanted to be, as his jerk of a boss made him go back to lay those big ass solar panels.
The very next day, the same occurrence occurred. Kevin woke up and began jammin on that axe. Something must have been in the air cause things were different. Miraculously Blake didnt need that Bloody, Losi wasn't chasin that paper, and Doug told his boss to suck one. The three met Kevin at the bottom of that giant tree called Pangea and all started hammering away like starving lions on a helpless zebra. People came from all over to witness this beautiful insanity. Watching, listening, and dancing, this was like nothing they'd seen nor heard before. This was the moment when this group realized what really made them happy. They could see through the BS of everyday life and the structure that others before them had cuffed the masses with. Living good, being positive, and spreading good music and vibes is all these cats did from here on out. Experiencing every bit of life there was to experience. There they went, blazing city to city.