Whether he’s physically in the Motor City or somewhere out on the sunny festival circuit, Brown carries Detroit with him. As he did on XXX, he is constantly showing us who he was and the fractures in who he is now. But where that was carved in Pac blood into the text of XXX, on Old it is represented in the overriding scheme, adroitly constructed and produced on every level like the best of Drake or Kanye. Old will own you because it erects a steel cage around you, where suddenly your reality and Brown’s inhabit the same space, the space where he talks and you listen. And the beats knock.