Is it ironic that the man who released an entire album of vocorder-filtered vocals would yearn for the days when things were less commercial?
Oh Fortuna!
Have the days passed so quickly, have things changed so much that boobies are no longer allowed to grace the vinyl covers of our artistic endeavours?
Kanye West’s only dark, twisted fantasy is for everyone in the world to simultaneously hate him, while spending money on his crappy music.
He’s not the anti-hero. He’s not even a reluctant hero. He’s a superstar who’s just popular enough to pretend he’s pushing the envelope without anyone significant calling him out on it. (self-included)
He is the equivalent of someone standing at the top of a platform in Times Square yelling at people to “Ignore Me”!
Kanye, you’re too sugary sweet to be mysterious. You’re too goddam big to be an outsider. You love yourself too much to ever be quested after the way true cult artists are.
Oh, and the artwork for My Dark Twisted Fantasy? I’ve seen better drawings done with crayon on the back Denny’s menus, and I’ve been more offended by kitty calendars.
Step down, sir.
quite harsh imo
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