![]() West seems to think that dumbing shit down is what’s required on a guest spot chord progressions projected large are his bread and butter, but he’s assigned the tuba blats, not the strings.Īlex Ostroff: The beat might be the most grating noise I’ve heard all year – like the sound of a pink school eraser squeaking across a sheet of paper. Major shame about the window-wiping sound effect, but it’s abandoned after the first verse. Jer Fairall: “My Last” is still the best apocalyptic party jam of the year no matter what y’all say, but whatever charisma he displayed there is diluted by this track’s overcrowded guest spots, and the gravitas required to make me ignore “she’s a five in the face but a ten in the ass” completely absent this time around, leaving this with nothing but a bunch of sexist-pig boasts and Kayne explaining why his jokes are funny.īrad Shoup: The refrain shares certain triumphal similarities with another Roscoe-voiced song - Waka’s “No Hands” - with the addition of jet-setting strings and the exchange of puzzling wine choices. ![]() He’s still a blank next to Kanye and even Roscoe, but he’s a gregarious blank, and if you don’t believe for a second the fake-loverman persona in this song, you’re not supposed to. Jonathan Bogart: This is the first thing I’ve heard Big Sean do that sounds like the promotional push behind him makes even a vague kind of commercial sense. Pharrell WilliamsĪl Shipley: Uptempo, club-oriented rap songs have never really been Kanye’s forte, and when you think about it, this is the first one he’s actually had on the radio in the four years since “Good Life.” Theoretically, this should be a welcome change from all the ponderous stadium rap and breakup laments, but the company he keeps here is somehow even worse than his verse.
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