Its tough keeping up with the world of Kanye West. So let us take the hard work out of it and present to you the highlights of a jam-packed 12 months of megalomania
January: Album bulletins and Twitter rows( part one)
After releasing a new line, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new way, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that point, his forthcoming album was due to be called Whoosh( ousting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its manufacturer said the best album of all time. On 26 January, he announced he “wouldve been” premiering it at Madison Square Garden in New York. Never one to shun cross-promotional work, the book opening was to be combined with a indicate for his Yeezy range for Adidas. Oh, and it would be shown in cinemas worldwide. Of course.
You would think, with everything that to take care of, West might have better things to do than having rows on Twitter. You would be wrong. After West announced the new album would now be called Billows rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa hinted hed pinched the brand-new identify from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to visualize bait without taking it, West piled in. Your first single was corny as fucking and most there after No one I know has ever listened to one of your albums all the way through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which prompted a most peculiar response from Khalifas girlfriend( and Wests ex ), Amber Rose: Are u mad Im not around to play in ur asshole anymore? #FingersInTheBootyAssBitch. Its just like the Algonquin “king arthurs round table”, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter sequences( roles two and three) and the book launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tame sometimes. So why not tweet your support for the man at the centre of a massive sexual-assault gossip instead? On 9 February, West chose to do only that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Guardian Dave Schilling celebrated: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a casket full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive statements written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of abusing 37 dames is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better course to distract attention from that by announcing that your new album has its third brand-new name in less than a month. Now it was to be called The Life of Pablo. Half the tracklist had changed from when it was called Swish. Surely that would be it for the story of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?