Musically, I'm not sure if I even like this album. I still have to listen on headphones. I do know that I'm intrigued by it. I want to keep listening to it. Even though it is derivative of Saul Williams, Death Grips, and Trent Reznor. It's a ****ing mess, but an idiosyncratic, magnetic mess.
Lyrically its his worst effort. A misogynist hodgepode of bullshit that would just as soon come out of the mouths of Lil Wayne or Childish Gambino. The ever-smart pop music critic Ann Powers said yesterday that she, as a woman, felt emotionally assaulted by the album, but wonders if that was the point -- that Kanye is aiming to make raw sexual hunger in pop music actually dangerous again.