Wha-? What? What IS this album?
I’ll tell you what it ISN’T: 18 tracks of tight rhymes, outrageous beats and sheer MC charisma.
I wasn’t exactly expecting this album, as it is. Kanye’s fourth album is by far the most experimental, sort of like Marvin Gaye’s Here, My Dear effort. The beats are mellow and groovy, but Kanye’s usual rap-with-a-swagger is replaced with a gaspy kind of singing. The lyrics are introspective, which, OF COURSE, seeing as how West lost his mother and split from his longtime girlfriend earlier this year.
If you’ve ever had a blue period yourself, you’ll identify with this album. If not, you’ll wonder what happened to Kanye West. Did he run out of steam? No, life just fucking checked him.
Prediction: Kanye will bounce back, and the next album will be AMAZING.
