Its tough keep 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 packed 12 months of megalomania
January: Album announcements and Twitter rows( part 1)
After releasing a 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 moment, his forthcoming album was due to be called Hiss( superseding the previous So Help Me God ), and was its maker said the best book 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 act, the book launch was to be combined with a present 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 reported the brand-new album would now be called Billows rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa advocated hed pinched the brand-new reputation from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to read enticement 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 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 rows( fractions 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 expressed support for the three men at the center of a massive sexual-assault gossip instead? On 9 February, West chose to do exactly that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Defender Dave Schilling discovered: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a chest full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive testimonies written on them. Exclaiming Bill Cosby is innocent of crimes 37 dames is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better practice to be distracted from that by announced today that your new album has its third 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 tale of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?