Its tough keeping pace 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 announcements and Twitter rows( part one)
After releasing a brand-new racetrack, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new trail, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that moment, his forthcoming album was due to be called Whoosh( supplanting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its make said the best album of all time. On 26 January, he announced he would be premiering it at Madison Square Garden in New York. Never one to shun cross-promotional pleasure, the album opening was to be combined with a substantiate for his Yeezy range for Adidas. Oh, and it would be shown in cinemas 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 Movements rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa intimated hed pinched the brand-new reputation from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to check 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 provoked 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 rows( duties two and three) and the book 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 centre of a massive sexual-assault scandal instead? On 9 February, West chose to do exactly that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Defender Dave Schilling mentioned: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a carton full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive statements written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of raping 37 wives is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better practice to distract attention from that by announcing that your brand-new album has its third new claim 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 announced Swish. Surely that would be it for the epic of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?