1. Anisia Uzeyman
2. Xuly Williams

Anisia Uzeyman

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.

Xuly Williams

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.

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Stardust is the stars when your love is new and each kiss is an inspiration, which I think is one of the best phrases in popular music. Then after it goes away, there's a little dust left, a. By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong, And everywhere was a song and a celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies above our nation. We are stardust, we are golden, we are caught in the devil's bargain, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

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.