The first thing you notice about Danny Brown is his asymmetrical hairstyle. The second is how much time he spends rapping about getting his dick sucked. And this is why I often spend the extent of Brown’s XXX, one of the best records of 2011, fantasizing about kicking him where it hurts, mostly because I can’t help returning to the album repeatedly despite its blatant and unapologetic misogyny (“fuck a bitch mouth until her fucking face cave in,” “love a feminist bitch, oh they get my dick hard”).
Jenn Pelly, from a live review of Danny Brown from Pitchfork’s Primavera Festival in Spain.
You know when someone takes something easily very routine (a live concert review), and makes it amazing. Exhibit A.