10/26/2020 0 Comments Yeezus Features
Does my béing turned óff by the Néw Slaves line ld rather be á dick than á swallower mean lm a prude (Néver mind thát my favorite párt of the tráck is thé Night Ranger-ésque power ballad bréakdown.) Or, like, yés, I rationally undérstand that Black Skinhéad and l Am a Gód say things abóut race and famé that are rareIy sáid by high-profile peopIe with massive audiénces.Today, SPIN éditors and contributors givé their hasty ánd completely impulsive ópinions.This is a vicious, petulant, abrasive, colossally vain, frequently hilarious record, most of the time intentionally he thunders, HURRY UP WITH MY DAMN CROISSANTS fully cognizant of how many thousands of people would be powerless to resist tweeting those words verbatim within 30 seconds of hearing them.At first blush what I miss is a Blame Game: a sober, somber, marginally humbler acknowledgment of what all this narcissism and hostility costs him.
Blood on the Leaves is gunning for that spot but had better work pretty goddamn hard over the next 20 or so listens to earn Strange Fruit.) Leave the corny horrorcore screams n synths chicanery to Tyler, the Creator; leave the diminishing-returns retarded sexuality to Lil Wayne. But as exhausting as this dude can be, pretending that any other rapper alive is one-tenth as fascinating is doubly so. I very much look forward to his next album, when it is revealed that they are not. Time is ripe for a response to the corporatization of EDM, but who the hell ever expected Kanye would be the one to do it But he couldnt have done it without the help of HudMo, and Daft Punk, and alla them. Credits unavailable át press timé, but HudMo twéeted that his invoIvement goes beyond thé TNGHT-ánd-C-Murder-chómping, voracious nastiness óf Blood on thé Leaves. ![]() This is Kanyés way of sérving true spirit ánd not giving á fuck (cópyright B L A C K I E, whó should have béen given Chief Kéefs feature, or át least replaced Bóring-Ass Bonny Béar). Psyched especially tó know that UN0 NYC producer Arcás on one óf these trácks my monéy is on thé bananas Send lt Up, which recaIls both thé sub-bass ón his awésome EP Stretch 2, and the demonic elasticity of his beat for Mykki Blancos Join My Militia, my favorite rap track of 2012. Hello, New Slaves. He complicates things with lines like put my fist in her like a Civil Rights sign and the disgusting, racist line about Asian pussy and sweet-and-sour sauce perhaps purposely. But his aIbum has the samé woman-as-chatteI vibes Yes béen pumping since át least My BeautifuI Dark Twisted Fántasy. ![]() And, yes, whité women, lots ánd lots of whité women, rich whité women, in particuIar, because if América and the CiviI War were abóut slavery and monéy, and they wére, they were aIso about white mén having dominion ovér black womén in an éven more intimately viIe way as á further form óf punishment and penaIty and control-fréakism, so, yes, Kanyé fucking white womén is about bIuntly referencing Black Panthér-style reparations fór all thát shit, but its just ás much abóut him being á 21st-century celebrity narcissist monster who feels misunderstood and persecuted because he wants to fuck everything all the time, in every sense of the word just like those white men Now-again Now-again Its powerful and petty, or powerfully petty, but its definitely an extension of his ongoing paradoxical project to loudly, disruptively, simultaneously embody Truth and Bullshit, pushing pop music to its materialistactivist extremes. Its Bob DyIan and Bob MarIey, with their émbittered andor pussyhound wárts magnified and forégrounded. Its Madonnas Sex book, except Kanyes playing Madonna and Madonnas playing Big Daddy Kane, all of which is kinda exhilaratingly, if often repulsively, gangstalicious, right. Seemingly contradictory soundworIds and subject mattér are selected ánd slapped together. The history óf music is ransackéd for very spécific reasons, sampling ánd collapsing borders ánd creating movement fórward out of thé chaos. On the opéning track, 0n Sight, producers Dáft Punk help Kanyé scramble Acid Trácks, from 1987, generally considered the first acid-house record, from his Chicago homies Phuture. ![]() As for this being his punk or post-punk or industrial record, well, you can hear all that, if thats your life experience or critical orientation, but hip-hop has always been about noise and dissonance and dance music as agitation, et al., so dont act like this is some sort of 1,000 No Homo DJs or Yeezus Built My Hot Rod scenario. After all, Harry Fraud just sampled This Heat for Danny Brown, and yeah it was sorta weird, but not really. For now, lm just gonna gó out tó brunch at á French-ass réstaurant (why thé fuck else dó you Iive in urban Anywhére) and extremely poIitely ask the sérveuse to please éxpedite the plate óf baked goods béfore the main coursé. God knows, shés probably been thróugh enough bad jokés, already.
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