Really wish I hadn’t downed that fifth cup of coffee, because this song is already giving me heart palpitations. Three of the first eleven words out of Kanye’s mouth are “fuck.” That’s how you know this album is going to be a classic.
I’m at my desk, violently mashing the decrease volume button to avoid judgment from passing coworkers, because there are some weird, computerized noises at play here. I mean, this beat is really out there. It can’t be controlled with a simple head nod. I’m quietly drumming dual pens on my desk, trying to keep up with it.