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 notices and Twitter sequences( part one)
After releasing a brand-new track, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new racetrack, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that extent, his forthcoming album was due to be called Hiss( replacing the previous So Help Me God ), and was its maker 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 reveal 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 brand-new album would now be called Billows rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa suggested hed pinched the brand-new figure from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to learn enticement 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 all the way through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which precipitated a most peculiar replies 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( components 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 mens” at the centre of a massive sexual-assault scandal instead? On 9 February, West chose to do simply that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Protector Dave Schilling observed: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a carton full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive evidences written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of abusing 37 ladies is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better route to distract attention from that by announcing that your new album has its third brand-new entitlement 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 saga of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?