Discovering the Relevance of Words
I am a fan of Kanye West. Well, I was a fan of Kanye West. I mean, I really liked his first handful of albums. The lyrics were typically poignant and sarcastic. He was able to show that he was a true beatmaker, and that he was fresh, and different from everyone else out there. I even supported him through 808’s and Heartbreaks because I felt like it was at least an honest album. Even My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy had some serious highlights. But that’s where he started to lose me. The film for that disc was so intense and powerful, but when I listen to the disc, I still find myself skipping around for a song that I actually want to hear.
Then came Cruel Summer, and it was almost missing Kanye. He let everyone else have their turn, and frankly, it wasn’t what it should have been. It should have been this generation’s Roc Dynasty album. Instead it was the “I need to put an album out now” album.
Now we have Yeezus. The lyrics are so forced in an attempt to be this pseudo-political gesture that never really comes to fruition. In a time where he should be focused on the child he’s about to bring into this world, he’s rapping about a woman who should have an abortion, and everything is so down-trodden. Kanye’s fans are used to substance, and there just isn’t any. Fish sticks without any condiments. Just words without the meaning.
Frankly, the music is distracting. The lyrics seem to have been written without any major care – even Rick Rubin addressed that three weeks prior to the album coming out, the lyrics were not finished. I’m just left confused at why it wasn’t more carefully crafted.
Kanye ends the disc by saying “Jesus wept.” He’s right.