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The B Side: Kanye West's My Beautfiul Dark Twisted Fantasy


Here’s a new column idea...well, I can’t say it’s new new since I’m certain I’m not the first writer to write aftermath articles on previously published work. But it’s new to The-Quotable so it’s new enough for The Company Man.

The premise first came to me while scribbling through my review of Ye’s latest for the Home Team. Yeah, it’s a masterful project showcasing the self sacrificing side of rap’s supposedly most self centered artist complete with awesome collaborations and angelic choirs and all that yackety yack that I yackety yacked about for nine hundred ninety-seven words or so.

I mean what I write. Even when I don’t write what I think. Product of the freelancer’s lifestyle.

But as spectacular as it is to simply listen to My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, at best, it’s my fourth favorite Kanye West album.

Not fourth greatest.

Not fourth best.

Fourth favorite.

Who knows where it ranks, but it’s my fourth favorite Kanye West album because it’s just not as much fun as The College Dropout, Late Registration or Graduation (the jump off for this recent string of darker full lengths: 808s and MBDTF back-to-back). It’s not as much fun because it’s not as lyrically flippant. It’s not littered with as many shots of infectious punchlines and unexpected wittiness -- the original appeal of the initially producer-rapper.

The honesty is still ever present. So are the concepts. Content is still the foundation.

But on MBDTF, infectious one liners like -- “And the DSS kids / some of them dyslexic / They favorite 50 Cent song is “12 Questions” and “That’s a different world like Cree Summers” and “Got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson / Got a dark skinned friend looks like Michael Jackson” and “You know how long I been on ya / Since Prince was on Apollonia / Since OJ had Isotoners” and just about all of “Family Business” and “Gone” and “Good Life” and “Good Morning” and “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” -- are largely located on one track: “Power”.

MBDTF has memorable bars, no doubt. “But what’s worse / the pain or the hangover / Fresh air / Rolling down your window / Too many Urkels on your team that’s why your Wins-Low” is fresh to death. “Don’t leave while you’re hot / that’s how Mase screwed up” is so true even the rapping Pastor feels it in his soul. And “Let’s break out of this fake ass party / Turn this into a classic night” is definitely a candidate for boogie down Quotable of the year, even if it is a direct descendant of “You should be honored by my lateness / That I would even show up to this fake shit” off Graduation’s, “Stronger”.

But in comparison’s to his previous work -- considering those tangibly dope lines are a significant part of the reason he resonated with heads so quickly despite not being a technically dope rapper initially -- overall...well...there’s no comparison.

The album is still lyrically ill. Mr. West ain’t fell off. If anything he’s drastically improved (as a rapper), showcasing styles we haven’t seen from him previously.

It’s eery how Ye flows so much like Pusha-T on “Dark Fantasy” and through the first verse on “Power”. Even the nasally “Haa” he strategically interjects sounds similar in octave to the rancid “illggh” (however it’s spelled) ad-lib that’s synonymous with The Clipse rapper. Rhymefest’s influence is spread all over “Power”’s third verse. He’s been writing with Kanye since he received co-writer credits on “Jesus Walks”, so that’s expected.

MBDTF’s “it takes a village approach” doesn’t end at the production level. Unfolding the congressional legislation-looking credits on the back of the poster that comes with the physical copy of the album is more than enough confirmation. Every song lists at least 4 co-writers, including the solo joints. But unexpectedly, for the first time -- considering the new styles and bars that sound less like vintage Kanye -- I can’t help but wonder who wrote what.


Kanye reminds me of Syler sometimes -- ensnaring the exceptionally talented, snatching their gifts and discarding the remains on his obsessive path towards recognition as the ultimate Hero. He soaked in Jon Brion’s signature strings and orchestration while co-executive producing Late Registration together then wielded them masterfully on MBDTF without the help of his one-time teacher. After trapping Hip Hop’s heavy weight producers in his Hawaiian hideaway for this project’s production period, the sonic heights for his next project are utterly unimaginable.

That’s the best thing about Kanye: his unwavering focus on out doing himself. He competes with himself and becomes infinitely better; becomes the trendsetter. Others compete with the trendsetter and become infinitely bitter.

That’s why he’s great, tantrums or otherwise. And to continue to obliterating the margins, he readily enlists whoever he needs to improve, whether that’s Rhymefest or Rza, Toomp or Auto-Tune, Pusha-T or Pete Rock or No ID or Premo or Rza or Jon Brion or J. Bhasker or any of the plethora of other people who line My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy’s congressional legislation-looking album credits. It’s greatness by any means necessary, and apparently, co-writers and production assistance are necessary.

I’m cool with that. I love MBDTF. It’s genre bending and loaded with replay value and requires a shmillion lofty adjectives just to describe it. I would’ve given it a perfect rating had it not been for the wayward Rick Ross verse on “Devil In A Dress” and it’s lack of vintage shots of one-line lyrical immortality that embodied my first three favorite Kanye projects. I think collaborative writing makes it impossible to consider anyone the “greatest emcee” (the next title Ye claims he’s targeting in the video below), but that has nothing to do with crafting an awesome project.

Most importantly, I think columns like this are fun, necessary even. The rambling segues and that lead to the ultimate argument of any article are often more interesting than the finished product.

So I’ve decided to address the album review afterthoughts as well.

Let’s call it The B Side.

New new or not, it’s new for The Company Man so, it’s new enough.

Kanye West, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy Album Review


Who knew Kanye West could be so humble?

Say what you will about his between album antics — the Brittney Spears outbursts, the Grammy tantrums, the Taylor Swift incident — but when it matters most, when it comes to his music, all self-centeredness is dismissed for the greater mission. He dismissed it on Late Registration by bringing on legendary composer Jon Brion as co-producer, elevating The College Dropout’s Hip Hop violins to full orchestral arrangements. He dismissed it on Graduation by bringing on producers Mike Dean and DJ Toomp and on 808s & Heartbreak by bringing on producer/song writer Jeff Bhasker (along with Auto-Tune lessons from T-Pain) to fulfill his visions. Now, for his fourth studio album, he enlists more assistance than ever, trapping the talents of No I.D., Rza, Mike Dean, Jeff Bhasker, Pete Rock, Q-Tip, DJ Premier, Pusha T, Rick Ross and then some in his Hawaiian hideaway, honing in on the sound of his most ambitious LP yet, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. It takes humility to ask for help and Yeezy reached out to all-time greats. The album credits alone read like amendments to congressional legislation.

At 1.1 hours in length, MBDTF is long and loaded with angelic choirs and layers of cascading intonations. It’s a dark celebration igniting a steady stream of political commentary, introspection and ass shaking — a trait synonymous with ‘Ye since his “Jesus Walks” days. “Hey teacher teacher / Tell me how you respond to students / And refresh the page and restart the memory / Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy / Re-stop the ignorance / re-kill the enemy”, he kicks Pusha T-style over “Dark Fantasy”’s airy orchestration and Rza assisted hopping keys and plodding bass line. “They just stole your dreams / You don’t know who did it / I treat the cash like the government treats AIDS / I won’t be satisfied until all of my n***** get it / Get it?”, he delivers on the brooding, Raekwon featured “Gorgeous”, easily the LPs most foreboding offering. Over “All Of The Light”’s relentless drums and triumphant horns he wields his Young Jeezy flow to tackle the complications of separation:

“Restraining order / I can’t see my daughter / Her mother, brother, grand mother hate me in that order / Public visitation / We met at Borders / Told her if she take me back / I’ll be more supportive / I made mistakes / I bump my head / Court sucked me dry / I spent that bread / She needs her daddy / Baby please / Can’t let her grow up in that Ghetto University”

Stacked posse cuts “Monster” and “So Appalled” still thump despite their G.O.O.D. Friday release nearly two months ago and featuring eight different guest appearances collectively — a near miraculous feat considering the here-today-gone-today nature of the internet and the rarity of top shelf collaborations where no one falls short. The hazy “Devil In A New Dress” with it’s sublime Smokey Robinson sample and soulful electric strings feels like a conquering objection to gold diggers undermined only by a Rick Ross verse that strays completely off topic. On the flip side, Pusha T and the addition of hollowed Rick James chops and extended instrumentals lift Kanye’s ode to douchebaggery, “Runaway”, to anthemic heights while remaining firmly rooted in Hip Hop — a mashup producing the most ubiquitous track on the album, guaranteeing spins from now through Spring Break.

Even the paradigm shifts are pristine. “No more drugs for me / P*ssy and religion is all I need”, Yeezy kicks on “Hell Of A Life”, a futuristic force of fornication complete with moving orchestras and the “Iron Man” melody where Kanye describes how he “fell in love with a porn star”. “On the bathroom wall I wrote that I would rather argue with you than to be with someone else”, he delivers on the soulful “Blame Game” (featuring John Legend), aptly addressing the love / hate paradox of scorned relationships.

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