Which makes it brilliant when on the musically horrific opening track Kanyeezus says something along the lines of "fukk what y'all wearing." Very little of these absurd comparisons to Miles Davis or Kid A have much to do with music, and nearly everything to do with cult of personality. I will say that kanye is THE perfect musical genius of the Sarah Palin-Jersey Shore "assert uninformed opinion as loud as possible and become an obnoxious spectacle" era. Our transcendant, genius musician who can't sing, can't dance, recites horribly composed raps when he doesn't use a ghostwriter, and can't play an instrument - it's some shyt out of a Twilight Zone episode penned by Kurt Vonnegut. He is the nucleus!
but he damn well knows he gonna get more discussion with the "hip hop heads" or whatever you want to call em by siding with ye and the album
". Even as someone who knows better, I approached this disc with trepidation. "Maybe these nikkas just dont understand what dude is doing". Nope. Just Swedish industrial lounge beats, misplaced screams, and Kanye's smart dumb pseudo revolutionary self-aggrandizement turned up to 11. Its mindblowing. I wish Donna were still alive.
at the fact that NYC is cold as Ice and a Oakland nikka is responsible for it. Not salty at all bruh, why be salty when Chickens come home to roost? I celebrate when that happens.