Dischord – Kanye West

Overhyped
By Sam Chennault
You know something’s gone horribly awry when hip-hop’s biggest name is a middle-class megalomaniac with formulaic, chipmunk-soul production and lyrics mixing themes of religious faux-persecution and materialistic zealotry. This producer-turned-rapper—a distinction generally bearing all the promise of spoiled milk—took the hip-hop world by storm in 2004, selling three zillion albums and grabbing a slew of Grammy nominations.
But while critics and parents alike clamored to anoint Kanye the new, kinder, gentler face of hip-hop, they conveniently failed to notice the man can’t rap. His slow, syrupy flow sounds like an effeminate, whiney variation of Bad Boy castaway Mase. And while the whole middle-class angst, identity-crisis shtick may’ve worked for J.D. Salinger, coming out of Kanye’s mouth it sounds trite and insecure.
And I haven’t even gotten around to his “Jesus Piece”—a diamond-studded, solid-gold Jesus pendant costing tens of thousands of dollars, which proves a source of constant boasts. In many ways, this intersection of crass consumerism and religious fervor points not to hip-hop greatness but, rather, a perpetuation of bling-bling stupidity with a feeble Catholic alibi.