Kanye West — Real Freinds/No More Parties in LA
When I listen to Kanye, I picture him as an old man in a retirement home. I visit once a month to see if he has improved. I sit and I listen to him recite his contrived life stories—not interesting enough to be entirely fictitious but real enough for me to feign belief—then, I yell a goodbye in his good ear and cry in the parking lot for a while before I head home.
Best case: Real Friends was pulled from the bottom of a pile of tracks that he keeps in a shed behind his house. Worst case: Real Friends was written 15 minutes before it was shoddily recorded and tossed to a diehard fan base that would forget Kanye West ever existed if they didn’t hear his name a specific number of times per year.
Kanye’s only Real Friends are his productions. The beat is undeniably hot. Simple, low key, emotional. He omits the overbearing chorus of conventions past and leaves us with short, ethereal breakdowns to break up the long flow of the song.
When the rest of No More Parties in LA is released, reread this review. Then add five bonus points for Kendrick Lamar and then actually listen to it because it’s offically a Madlib production.