I HAD to put the title in all caps. The song deserves it. I can’t wait for a new Yeezy album. He is at the top of his game and it’s just straight up silly how much I love everything I’m hearing and seeing. I love how hard he goes on this song. I love how aggressive the performance is. It’s like Ye took Fox News’ demographic’s worst nightmare and threw it on stage. I love the looming giant ominous square. I love the drifting ethereal vocals that float throughout the song. The flame thrower? You kidding me? I even love how dorky and in awe Taylor Swift is. Everything is just so bold and confident and striking. Kanye, more than just about anyone else working right now, understands how visuals and audio belong together. Yeezy season approachin’.
I like this music video because it’s the nicest. Joint is grandma-knit-you-a-sweater-cuz-you-cold nice. Also because it’s like blaxploitation meets Dr. Who.
Bino just dropped this bananas video in which he tries to dance-seduce (the second highest form of seduction) some honey in a sad diner. Coincidentally, this is exactly how my wife and I met. Except it was in an Oxford Comma Lovers AOL chatroom and not a diner. And I sent her sensual ASCII art instead of dancing. But we’re just nitpicking now. What I’m saying is this: who couldn’t relate to this classic tale of love?
Kendrick is back with a breezy new joint that is a full 180 from where he was at on good kid, m.A.A.d city. It’s got some Outkasty vibe to it. And there is nothing ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever wrong with that.
I’ve made it no secret my love for Push. Clipse is my favorite group ever. I still hold Hell Hath No Fury as one of the best hip hop albums ever. Apparently that coke rap speaks to me. When it was announced that Pusha T and No Malice (who are brothers) would no longer be pursuing music as a group, I was devastated as much as a white boy living in Salt Lake City could be about that. After years of mixtapes and singles and delays, MNIMN finally dropped, re-affirming my years-long state of bonership.
I don’t think that the album completely lives up to Pusha’s own braggadocio of “album of the year”, but it’s damn close. (That title goes to Pusha’s mentor and collaborator, Ye, with Yeezus). MNIMN is fantastic, but there is one song, Let Me Love You, featuring Kelly Rowland of all people, in which Pusha all of the sudden has Mase’s flow and cadence. It’s a confusing R&B poppy song that seems hamfisted into the album. That is my one real complaint. Stick with the VA coke game, homey.
The rest of the album is full of hard, on-point production and some of the smartest lyrics and best word play in rap. In No Regrets: My mind wanders on a PJ/my momma brought up in the PJs/In the club sippin’ P&J/On the same arm as my Piaget. Hip Hop is many things, but it certainly isn’t homonymophobic.
The album has a menagerie of guest stars, including Rick Ross, Kendrick Lamar, Big Sean, Kanye, Jeezy, 2 Chainz, Pharrel, etc, etc, etc. It’s a party. Of all of them, Kendrick (no surprise there), brings the most to the table on Nosestalgia. His raspy drawl is the perfect compliment to Pusha’s flow. He really does want to go hard on everyone.
With his first major label solo release, Pusha T shows that he can keep that Clipse feel going, even if No Malice isn’t a part of it anymore; and that’s all I really want.
12 1/2 thumbs up.