Mos Def

With its stylistic experimentations shrouded in dissonance, The New Danger is the red-headed stepchild to Outkast's The Love Below. Rap-rock experimentations such as "Freaky Black Greetings" give way to acidic meta-criticisms of "Rape Over" and the agitprop of "War." Unfairly dismissed upon release, this is Mos Def at his most challenging.

Musically, Mos Def has always been a little dull--so caught up in his own smarts he let verbal flow carry his albums. Here the defining flow is sonic--a shadowy, guitar-drenched tone poem of the streets. Songs transmute into raps as the album shifts from Black Jack Johnson blues-metal toward smoother beats that quote Hair and twice reference What's Going On in mix and mood as well as content before building to a soulish horn band, some catchy rock nonsense overdubbed entirely by Mos Def, a heart ballad he very nearly sings, and a party-ready requiem cum call to action. "My work is personal, I'm a workin' person/I put in work, I work with purpose," he reminds anyone who would reduce "hard work" to a right-wing slogan. But an equally telling lyric on an album whose secret hero is Bad Brains' Dr. Know is a silly one: "Black Jack Johnson NYC/R-O-C-K-I-N-G." (Grade - A-)