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here we go, now here we go
ain't no water, how a flower gon' grow?
ain't no change, then how we gon' change?
no umbrella, we stuck in the rain
dark clouds hanging all over our head
no sunshine and them showers be lead
lighting up squares and them dots be red
now ya best friend gets shot in the head
damn
1. Danny Brown - Atrocity Exhibition
Ayye, sup guys! Don't you love being right? Say going on record multiple times that a certain something would be the best album of the year based off the strength of three singles, then after its creator rush-releases it #PopEmergency style, finding it to be everything you ever dreamed it would be and more? I know I do!
Dreams, nightmares, so on - it's all relative of course, just check the "Downward Spiral" lyric sheet for proof. And while we're being relative, maybe I shouldn't be in gloating mode, or even happy at all that the album in question was released. Because
Atrocity Exhibition is very seemingly not the work of a healthy, well-adjusted person, and the music and lyrics clash together in such a convincing way that I can only hope he's drawing on past experiences as opposed to present. Though if we're speculating, I could probably pull together enough evidence that that is in fact the case. Obviously this is the product of a hyperactive mind, but it also clearly took an eye for detail, a sly ass whimsical streak, and the vision to cobble a whole mess of sounds together into something brave, compelling and singular. I doubt it's something you could string together if your brain wasn't on its A-game.
Nothing else sounds like this, but dozens of listens on I'm still struggling to describe what
this even sounds like. There's a general mood that mostly remains throughout, but song-to-song what's gonna happen is anyone's guess. From a spaghetti western-styled opener painting a picture of rock bottom, to a totally squawkless follow-up telling us how we got there, to Earl Sweatshirt ethering Kendrick Lamar with a glockenspiel, to a song called "White Lines" held together by a few Disney-esque flutes and little else, to a Kelela feature that would low-key sound at home on one of her own projects, into that beautiful cluster**** of a lead single, into a more relaxing weed advertisement than anything on Blond(e), back into OutKast-quoting sonic anarchy, back into.. nothing. There's a lot going on. And though it's sure not for everyone, I feel comfortable saying there should be
something on it for almost everyone, + as is the point of this countdown I extend the recommendation to check at least a part of it out it you haven't already.
So it's a beautiful mess of an album, but it's not a mess at all. There's such beauty in its disorder, so many scraps of melody hidden away inside Danny's freakish warbles. It's in this spot because even as it challenged me, it's what I wrung the most joy and excitement out of listening to all year long. But all the while, nothing else did quite as good a job mirroring the organized chaos of the world we live in either. Ain't it funny how that happens.