Danny Brown
's first
Warp
release is named after a
Joy Division
song inspired by writer
J.G. Ballard
's collection of the same title. "Notes Towards a Mental Breakdown," one of the chapters in the
Ballard
book, would have been just as apt an inscription on an album that looks more like a mid-'80s 12" designed by
Neville Brody
than anything classified as hip-hop. Old comrade
Paul White
produces two-thirds of the tracks, lending gnarled, sometimes clanging and blasting rhythms that complement
Brown
's elevated levels of dread and anxiety and slightly reduced amount of vulgar mischief.
spends most of his time looking darkly inward. In that berserk yet lucid high pitch, he raps about being more desperate to score than his clients: "Slice your tomato if you owe us for the lettuce/Runnin' through the D sorta like Jerome Bettis." He depicts himself as a vice-addled, teeth-grinding paranoiac with no soul or hope, and that summarizes only the first three cuts. The outward-looking material is just as biting. In "Today," the track that most exemplifies the album's title,
pithily specifies observed struggles and atrocities -- hustling to pay for diapers, the dodging of bullets from murderous civilians and authority, the prison-industrial complex -- as he references
OutKast
. No such dread is in "Dance in the Water," the album's only true break from the hellscapes. Over the brawling tribal
Pulsallama
rhythm that it takes to dance to what he has to live through,
paraphrases
Parliament
's "Aqua Boogie" as he outlines a new workout plan -- minus a proposition, one technically clean enough to be applied by youngsters. Guest appearances are kept to a judicious few.
Kendrick Lamar
provides a verse and the hook on "Really Doe," a knocking
Black Milk
production that also features
Ab-Soul
and
Earl Sweatshirt
.
's meeting with
Cypress Hill
's
B-Real
is expectedly pinched and faded. Most symbiotic is "From the Ground Up," decaying funk with
Kelela
in dreamlike
Janet Jackson
mode. Even with its outside input,
Atrocity Exhibition
is
at his least diluted, almost unrelentingly grim and completely engrossing. ~ Andy Kellman