Kanye West is an asshole. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. But face the facts, he wasn't lying when he said Taylor Swift didn't deserve that award. The VMA's aren't known for being the most meritable awards, they're kind of a joke actually. And anyone with a brain knows Beyonce had that award in the fucking bag. But whatever, that's yesterday's news (please tell that to Kanye, who refuses to let the issue go). After his catastrophically awkward interview with Matt Lauer and his even more awkward onstage rant the other day, it's safe to say the switch is broken in Mr. West's head.
Which goes to make his latest album that much more fascinating. The man has issues! Equal parts paranoid, misogynistic, bitter, vulgar, ego-driven... the album is downright riveting. He's the hip-hop Norma Desmond! It doesn't hurt that the production on the album is immaculate. I certainly wouldn't want to go to dinner with Mr. West, but I'll gladly play his music.