Its tough keeping pace with “the worlds” 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 1)
After releasing a brand-new racetrack, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another brand-new line, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that time, his forthcoming album was due to be called Hiss( superseding 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 activity, the album launch was to be combined with a substantiate for his Yeezy range for Adidas. Oh, and it would be shown in cinema worldwide. Of course.
You would think, with all that to take care of, West might have better things to do than having sequences on Twitter. You would be wrong. After West announced the brand-new album would now be called Brandishes rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa showed hed pinched the brand-new identify from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to understand bait without taking it, West piled in. Your first single was corny as fuck and most there after No one I know has ever listened to one of your albums the whole 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 round table, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter sequences( areas two and three) and the album launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tamed sometimes. So why not tweet your support for “the mens” at the center of a massive sexual-assault scandal instead? On 9 February, West chose to do only that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Guardians Dave Schilling observed: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a chest full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive proclamations written on them. Proclaiming Bill Cosby is innocent of abusing 37 wives is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better mode to distract attention from that by announcing that your new album has its third brand-new title in less than a few months. 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 tale of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?