Let's get this out of the way first: Kanye West makes incredible music. That much is undeniable. If anyone tries to dispute that, they deserve to be smacked. He's an innovator whose talents are better than a vast majority of rappers and producers in the hip-hop game right now. However, the following rant has nothing to do with his talents in either of those two fields.
The new songs he premiered on Saturday Night Live last weekend are actually really good. Lots of the early reviews and listens have compared "New Slaves" and "Black Skinhead" to harder edged stuff like early Nine Inch Nails and even Death Grips. Lyrically, Kanye comes out swinging against the paparazzi and corporations (of course we all love to hate both) to take his music to new artistic territory. If these two songs are an indication of what's to come, it sounds like he's got a lot to say on this album. And we are right there with him, until...we get to the album title. Yeezus? Really? If there was a question about his God complex before, we certainly can't deny it now.
Somehow, some way, anything that Kanye does now is perceived to be an instant classic, ahead of anything that anyone has ever done before. This past weekend's antics have proven such. For someone of his stature, he carries a gigantic chip on his shoulder that has provided the fuel to his proverbial fire, best demonstrated on his first three albums. Yet at the same time, he took this as a license to do whatever he wanted and no one close to him had the balls to put him in his place.
Along the way, Kanye became bigger than his music. It's everyone's fault for letting his ego to go relatively unchecked outside of the Taylor Swift incident, thus creating an aura of megalomania that's both annoying and infuriating. Usually after event like swiftboatting Swift would humble someone and while it seemed to for a little (just look at how the underrated My Dark Twisted Fantasy was received), it looks like old Kanye is back and more out of control than ever.