Welcome to another volume in our [ed: quite possibly endless] series, Doktor Paimon’s Leftover Meds. Once a week (or more, if I feel like it) I’m going to hit random on my phone and review the first album to come up in my not-inconsiderable collection of varied music ranging from total crap to beloved crap to things I’m a little bit pissed nobody else has listened to.
Danny Brown's voice is obnoxious in the best way possible. Its nasal, kinda whiney, and unpredictable. It's also, once the shock wears off, deeply addictive, incredibly organic, and just about the only voice I can imagine to hold this ship together. Its an unsettling voice for an unsettling album. The material Brown delivers is often horrifying but never glorifying: street scenes of dead friends, desperate living, and partying that sounds less like the life of a rock star than slow motion suicide. Make no mistake, this is a bleak album. Atrocity Exhibition makes The Sex Pistol's “no future” schtick look quaint, the 1970s fallen Albion of an adolescent Johnny Rotten paling in comparison to a mature writer showing off the marks earned coming of age in 1990s Detroit.
Paul White's sparse, almost Carpenter influenced production pairs with Danny Brown's exhibition to present a darker, more insightful, more nuanced package. This isn't an album for partying, its an album to think on that rewards a dedicated listener for coming back. Brown's high speed delivery and wordplay leaves you catching new ideas again and again while guest verses (especially on the frenetic, style swapping Really Doe) provide the breathing room you need to keep Brown's voice from ever wearing out it's welcome. Meanwhile, though every song sounds like something is lurking just outside of your vision, the effect is accomplished in different ways with enough different textures to maintain a theme without ever getting boring or predictable.
Bottom Line: Danny Brown deserves more attention, this is one of the best, most complete, consistent rap albums I've heard in years.
Standout Track:Ain't It Funny
Standout Line: We was so ambitious
All we really wanted was new Jordans and some bitches Flashing bankrolls in the club taking pictures Thinking we was grown men