Its tough kept 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 notices and Twitter rows( part 1)
After releasing a brand-new track, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new way, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that stage, his forthcoming album was due to be called Swish( supplanting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its creator said the best book 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 task, 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 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 new book would now be called Billows rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa showed hed pinched the brand-new name from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to ascertain 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 lane through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which caused 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 rows( personas two and three) and the album launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tame sometimes. So why not tweet your is supportive of “the mens” at the centre of a massive sexual-assault scandal instead? On 9 February, West chose to do merely that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Protector Dave Schilling discovered: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a casket full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive testimonies written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of abusing 37 females is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better acces to be distracted from that by announced today that your brand-new album has its third brand-new entitle 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?