West is the only artist today capable of inspiring such comparisons, much as he’s the only artist today capable of inspiring ramblingly speculative think-pieces by virtue of a two-word tweet. And therein, perhaps, lies the point: No matter what June Eighteen ends up being, it’s already provided its own dark twisted fantasy, the promise of music we’ve yet to imagine.
This article is full of so much goodness: “The effect is breathtaking, an entire track stopping for an instant to open into some yawning chasm of beauty, like the bridge of “God Only Knows” or the last verse of “A Day in the Life” except not really like either of those things, at all. It is a moment that is unmistakably and purely Kanye West, while not “of” him in the slightest: The verse is Raekwon’s, the backdrop all session players and Pro Tools, and yet there remains a powerful organic feel wrought by West’s own musical vision.”
COME ON JUNE