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Release Date: 07/08/2008
Trent Reznor's
Nine Inch Nails project roared back to life after his deal with
Interscope came to an acrimonious close. He issued two self-released albums, the instrumental set
Ghosts I-IV and
Slip, which were both given away free on the internet before being released formally. That said, it is this production project of his by poet cum rapper
Saul Williams that may be of the greatest interest aesthetically for two reasons: first there is the collaborative aspect of the work, equal parts
Williams' and
Reznor's. Second, it too was given away online before the disc appeared on the
Fader label.
The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of Niggy Tardust grafts more than its title from
David Bowie's classic
The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. Niggy is
Williams' alter ego just as Ziggy was
Bowie's. By invoking the master of disguise, the weight falls on
Williams' to deliver an album worthy of that comparison.
Williams' Niggy feels no such pressure but he lays down a ton anyway.
From
Reznor's textured ambience and scorched earth synths,
Williams has crafted harder beats here than on anything he's done before. (It's more focused than anything
Reznor's done in recent years, too.) If anything, this feels like the dense, layered steel noise laid down by the
Bomb Squad with
Public Enemy, updated for the 21st century -- check the constant loop of
Chuck D's voice from
Welcome to the Terrordome as a rhythmic device on
"Tr(n)igger." This is
Saul Williams unleashed. The shredded synth and rhythm machines on
"Black History Month" provoke
Williams: "Can you feel it/I'm tougher than bullets baby/Nothin can save ya, better pray to your savior..."
Bowie channeling
Iggy channeling
the Roots? And he's right in those opening lines:
Williams ups the bar, embracing both resistance
and empowerment with a conceptual wall of noise that breaks the back of the gangster MCs, and pushes hard on the media stereotype of hip-hop -- until it breaks. A fantastic example of this is the choice of
U2's
"Sunday Bloody Sunday" as a cover. It keeps the melody but turns the music inside out, leaving rags in its wake. For
Williams,
"Sunday, Bloody Sunday" is everyday in the neighborhood, but it needn't be. He answers it immediately on
"Break": "And when my fears arise/I blow 'em out/Get it out, spit it out, get it out..." as the sonic wall tenses under his voice, then coils as he begins speaking white heat from the street to the heavens. Or maybe just the listener -- to
Williams, they're the same. The searing beats and raw edges here are tougher than
Trick's -- or anything in the scattered blur of trip-hop -- nor does it resemble the current hip-hop stream.
This outsider blend is a partnership that feels like a new paradigm for hip-hop itself. Here, accepted and ignored notions of race and class are ripped to shreds leaving in their wake not a power structure but a different perception with rhythm as the soundtrack of that change. In
"Ritual," Williams leaves the "corpses" of stereotypes "in the furnace." But he begins again on the spoken
"Pedagogues of the Young Gods" (a bonus five-cut suite for the CD version). Those final five tracks are a self and cultural analysis, to a palette of crushing low end rhythms, warped futuristic synth loops (à la
Bowie's
Low), and a skittering drum kit, in a search and destroy mission for remaining ignorance. This is
Williams' finest moment, and interestingly, one of
Reznor's, too.
~Thom Jurek, All Music Guide
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