Showing posts with label Kanye West. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kanye West. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Top Ten Albums of the Decade: 7

07. Kanye West, The College Dropout (2004)

Back when it was just a "Benz and a backpack," and that was actually ironic and somewhat interesting. Clever without being snarky; charming without alienating. Plus, sometimes it seemed like he actually had something to say. Sure, the skills of his respective "flow" could easily be called into question, but there was such a brilliant aesthetic created by all the elements on the LP--an "it" factor that just couldn't be denied--that The College Dropout remains, quite simply, an instant classic.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Love Will Tear Us Apart: Kanye West, 808s & Heartbreak

You can call this self-indulgent and overly ambitious all you want, but I would have to ask: Who have you been listening to for the past three albums? The Kanye I know has had this up his sleeve from the start; he's just never had a valiant enough excuse to use it.

The thing about 808s & Heartbreak is that it's bleak, it's morose, it's emotionally stunted and a little sappy. Hey...it's a break-up album. And what's more (in true Kanye fashion), it strives to be the break-up album. In a general sense, the whole revolutionary aspect of this is a little overblown. But...of course it is, this is Kanye West. The truth is that 8o8s & Heartbreak is actually quite revolutionary. But only in regards to West. The percussion program from which the album takes its moniker is as crisp and clean as the synth hooks are muddy and foreboding. But it's West that aims to come off as damaged and exposed as his words will allow.


As you know, West sings roughly the entire album behind the guise of the dreaded Vocoder. The idea sounded a little T-Pain to me at first, but once you get passed the gimmickry, there is something to be said about the layer of confusion and facade that the technique provides for the tone of the album. Whether West is masquerading as something that he is not out of fear and anger, or if he has genuinely become something else entirely is kind of the whole point here.

Thematically, 808s & Heartbreak is both completely obvious and actually kind of subversive in a refreshing way. It is all at once heartfelt, sarcastic, vicious and broken. And it accomplishes these things well underneath the surface of bare-bones pop production with a mismatched sheen that only puts at the forefront the vulnerability of West's silly prose seen under a brand new light. This is the best album of the year.