by Dan Gibson
People like to complain about online music tastemaker Pitchfork—and partially for good reason. The grades they assign to albums often seem determined more by some arbitrary indie coolness guide than the actual songs, but the site's influence is significant, creating a one-stop source for hipster music cool.
Since they rank albums on a scale from 0.0 to 10.0, and while there are quite a few high scores every month, the perfect 10.0 is still a rarity, with only 12 given to non-reissued albums in the site's history—and one of those was essentially a joke (I liked the Robert Pollard disc only consisting of stage banter too, but it's not exactly a classic). There hasn't been a 10 issued since Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot in 2002.
Not that Kanye West's ego needed the boosting, but he's the latest recipient of a Nadia Comaneci.
From the Pitchfork review:
On "POWER", Kanye raps, "My childlike creativity, purity, and honesty is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts/ Reality is catching up with me, taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody." The lines nail another commonality between the rapper and his hero. Like Michael, Kanye's behavior— from the poorly planned outbursts to the musical brilliance— is wide-eyed in a way that most 33 year olds have long left behind. That naivety is routinely battered on Twisted Fantasy, yet it survives, better for the wear. With his music and persona both marked by a flawed honesty, Kanye's man-myth dichotomy is at once modern and truly classic. "I can't be everybody's hero and villain, savior and sinner, Christian and anti Christ!" he wrote earlier this month. That may be true, but he's more willing than anyone else to try.
Kanye West's My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy is available in-stores and online today (and it really might just be that good).