His role as a musician feels like that of a buyer of rare rugs: he has very particular, often exquisite taste. He doesn’t have the vocal instrument of the verifiable greats, but he makes the most of his and his collaborators’ talents. Often, West simply figures out how to be funny, or, increasingly, just says what he’s thinking, as if he were losing interest in the idea of music itself and were instead finding as many ways as possible to tell you about himself.
Sasha Frere-Jones on Kanye West’s new album, in The New Yorker
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