The first time I drank beer I didn’t like it. Similarly, the first time
I heard Danny Brown’s pterodactyl-like squawking I almost did a Van Gogh and
hacked my own ear off.
Attitudes change. I now love beer.
I DRINK IT EVERY MORNING FOR BREAKFAST. As for Danny Brown, I’ve since come to
appreciate his kooky cadence, even looking forward to it whenever I see his name
featured as a guest credit on someone else’s album (which impressively seems to be
every hip hop album of the last three years).
Of course, his party rap persona
was still an obstacle for me. Call me a lyric snob, but songs about twerking
and popping pills do nothing for me. Besides, the Detroit rapper felt like he
had so much to give on his last joint Old,
showing a quirky sense of humour with a track like ‘Gremlins’, and a grittier
and darker side with anti-narcotic narrative ‘Wonderbread’ (later totally
contradicted by wild drug binge anthem ‘Dip’). Clearly, if I was ever to become
a Danny Brown fanboy, the party rap persona would have to go.
Well, it looks like I better purchase
myself some floor-length posters of the crazy-haired gap-toothed emcee, as it
seems that is exactly what has happened on Atrocity
Exhibition.
Danny Brown’s latest magnum opus
is certainly not a party album. It’s very much an anti-party album. No, he hasn't found Jesus. Neither has he become a Poet Laureate overnight. Instead, he’s turned his party rap persona
into something frightening and discouragingly ugly. ‘White Lines’ is a decadent
and dizzying assault of sex and drug abuse that ends with his nose bleeding and
heart racing, the closing line being ‘I
hope it ain’t about my time to go’. ‘Get Hi’ meanwhile appears to be a weed
anthem on the surface, until you realise it’s all being rapped by the devil on
his shoulder: ‘ya girl just left you, you
just got fired/ ya car acting up, you need new tyres/ ya bills all late, any
day ya phone off/ fuck it cop an 8th, let the load off’.
It’s a dark album, but not a gravely solemn one, often revelling in black humour. Helping to reinforce the mood are
some equally outlandish and gloomy beats. ‘Downward Spiral’ kicks the record
off twanging cowboy guitars reminiscent of the Breaking Bad intro theme and a druggy freeform feel that encapsulates
the OD-brinking lyricism. Following are a freak show of instrumentals that are
either downright menacing (the Exorcist-like twinkling of posse-cut ‘Really Doe’)
or downright bizarre (the gaudy detuned horn attack of ‘Ain’t it Funny’). I
could write paragraphs detailing each instrumental’s individual quirks – each one
is as standout as the next.
Most of the beats don’t even seem practical
for rapping over, which is where Danny further pushes his creativity – he makes
them practical. On White Lines, an
abstract dirge that I swear samples the Playstation 1 startup sound, Danny
ingeniously uses the noodling bleeping over the top to syncopate his flow. Meanwhile on ‘When
it Rain’, he speeds up his bars to match the techno-infused madness in the
background. He's also able to add further dynamics by ditching his squawking altogether
on ‘Tell Me What I Don’t Know’ and ‘From the Ground’, adopting a calm laid back
delivery that I at first assumed was a guest.
Taking influence from a J.G. Ballard
novel and a Joy Division song, the title itself seems to even be a clear sign
of Danny moving up culturally from low-brow to middle-brow. Some fans may not
be impressed, seeing more entertainment in his party god act. But for me, this
new dark and insecure character is more relatable. None of us can relate to the
party god and yet we all want to be one, whereas none of us want to be the self-doubting maniac with dark thoughts and yet all of us can relate to him. Many artists have
pointed out this hypocrisy before. However few have painted it so vividly and imaginatively as Danny Brown.
★★★★★
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