saul williams - the inevitable rise and liberation of niggy tardust! (2007)

first of all, how slick is the bowie reference in the album title? i know. and he took that shit to another level. anyway, i know i've posted about saul williams before, but i don't think i've talked about his latest album since it's release. the special thing about this one is that it's a collaboration with trent reznor (of nine inch nails, for those of you who live under a rock), and is available for free download on his website. if you want to be awesome, you can pay some money and get a higher quality download. but the dope thing about this is that either way it's drm free, and the lowest quality is still 192kbps. plus it comes with lyrics and .pdf artwork. we're talking about a mash up of two musical geniuses as far as i'm concerned. and you can get this shit for free, or for a few bucks. i'm not gonna lie, you're flat out retarded if you don't get on this. the album is incredible and deserves some hype. so here it is, on our humble little spot of the interweb. expand your mind, son. hype, hype, hype.

download the album @ niggytardust.com.
download the album @ niggytardust.com.
download the album @ niggytardust.com.

- panda

p.s. read the wonderful letter saul wrote on his website concerning the album/method of release:

My Dearest Friends and Fans,

It is my greatest honor to present to you The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!,
my new album produced by Trent Reznor and mixed by Alan Moulder. The wall of sound that we've created is tagged with such graffiti that a passerby would seek out doors and ways to ENTER. Once inside a world defined by dreams come true they'd find aligned with the simplest act of sharing what we treasure. Most people aren't aware of the world of art and commerce where exploitation strips each artist down to nigger. Each label, like apartheid, multiplies us by our divide and whips us 'til we conform to lesser figures. What falls between the cracks is a pile of records stacked to the heights of talents hidden from the sun. Yet the energy they put into popularizing smut makes a star of a shiny polished gun. The ballot or the bullet for Mohawk or the mullet is a choice between new times and dying days. And the only way to choose is to jump ship from old truths and trust dolphins as we swim through changing ways. The ways of middlemen proves to be just a passing trend. We need no priests to talk to God. No phone to call her. And when you click the link below, i think it fair that you should know that your purchase will make middlemen much poorer...

NiggyTardust!

love,

Saul