Penitentiary chances, the devil dances, and eventually answers,

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Penitentiary chances, the devil dances, and eventually answers, to one of the dullest albums in the history of popular music. Seriously, each track featuring Kanye Omari West and his pals from GOOD Music as they rap incoherent verses is indistinguishable from the rest. Aside from the opulent production, the album’s only consistency is its lack of excitement and ineffective use of samples, all to make music unmusical, to make sound seem inert.

Perhaps the die was cast when West entertained the idea of interrupting Taylor Swift at the VMAs; she made sure that he would never decisively fade into obscurity as an artist, by ensuring ridiculous media coverage for his “music”. The Kanye West discography might be pro-Christian (or not), but it’s certainly the anti-Ludwig van Beethoven in its refusal of wonder, beauty and excitement. No one wants to face that fact. Now, thankfully, they no longer have to.

>a-at least the lyrics were good though
"No!"
The verses are dreadful; the rhyming was terrible. As I listened, I noticed that every time a verse mentioned sex, the rapper wrote instead that he “put the pussy in the sarcophagus”.

I began marking on the back of an envelope every time that phrase was repeated. I stopped only after I had marked the envelope once. I was incredulous. West’s mind is so governed by cliches and dead metaphors that he has no other style of lyricism. Later I read a lavish, loving review of My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy by the same Nicki Minaj. She wrote something to the effect of, "If these kids are listening to My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy at 11 or 12, then when they get older they will go on to listen to Nicki Minaj.” And she was quite right. He was not being ironic. When you listen to My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, you are, in fact, trained to listen to Nicki Minaj.