Over the last twenty days of December (and obviously 2013), I’ll be writing about my favorite twenty albums and songs of the year, one a day. Not best. Not most influential. Not most likely to land on a Complex slideshow. Just my favorite, ranked in order.
5. danny brown – old
While 2011’s XXX was practically built to be a critical darling, Old (by design) is a lot more divisive. From its pseudo-double-disc structure (Side A sports a more traditional Danny Brown, while Side B is all massive festival material) to his general disregard for the types of songs that made him an indie darling a couple years ago (needless to say, songs like “Smokin’ & Drinkin’” completely lack the heart-baring transparency of songs like “XXX”), this is Danny striking out for a different musical path. But does that mean he’s put out a worse album? Hardly. It’s not just that Danny’s making a different kind of music, he’s just flashing a different skill set from the one we’re used to. For one, Danny’s the rare artist that can restrain himself from descending into repetitiveness even when he’s crafting bangers like “Dip”: it’s not all just “girls, molly, girls molly.” It’s easy to forget amongst the rattling basses and seizing synths that at his core, Danny’s from the gutters of Detroit – that is, until he hits you with a line like “Bankroll in my pocket so everybody know me/Went home and gave my mama three hundred for some groceries” (“Side B (Dope Song)”). It’s tough to say an artist going through musical changes is ever staying true to his roots, but that’s certainly what Danny’s doing. Getting better, too. Who’d have predicted that the man putting out Detroit State of Mind mixtapes a few years ago would be disguising escapism as mosh-pit churners?
5. pusha t – “numbers on the board (prod. don cannon & kanye west)”
“Unorthodox” wouldn’t be a bad way to describe the first single off of Pusha T’s first studio album with G.O.O.D. Music. The beat is brilliantly executed minimalism, riding off kitchen-pan percussion and a couple buzzing bass notes, a hip-hop instrumental stripped to its very core. The hook is a quick one-line snarl (“Ballers, I put numbers on the board”) interjected seemingly at random between short verses, and halfway through the song, Jay-Z circa 1997 busts through in the form of a sample for a half-bar. But at the same time, as unconventional as “Numbers on the Board” might be in relation to the rest of 2013 hip-hop, it’s still the same Pusha. Same push-ya-top-back chin thrusts (“Your SL’s missing an S, nigga/Your plane’s missing a chef”) and same slick drug rhymes (“I might sell a brick on my birthday/thirty-six years of doing dirt like it’s Earth Day, God”). And, of course, the same love for stripped-down beats – we can thank Pharrell and Chad Hugo for that affinity. This one is as raw as the kilos Pusha moved way back when.