I Don't Understand

I stole the newest Kanye album.  I listened to it.  I don't get it.  This is an album that pretty much everybody adores.  Every critic, every music fan, every non-music fan, grandmother Barbara, EVERYBODY.  The douchebags over at Pitchfork gave it a 10.0 for crying out loud.  I'll come right out and say that my indifference to this album (and his music in general) has nothing to do with Kanye the human being, who people enthusiastically agree is as horrible as his music is good.  I don't care about that; I don't need my celebrity musicians to be fucking angels.  He could rape chihuahuas in his spare time and I couldn't care.  No, my issue is this: behind the hyper-polished, generally strong beats lies a nasally voiced MC with an awkward, halting cadence talking about fucking NOTHING: "don't make me pull the toys out, huh/don't make me pull the toyyyyysss/and fire up the engines huh/and then they make nooooiiiiisssse."  I don't think it's bad, I just think it's quite clearly the work of not-a-genius.  I don't know.  Maybe I'll listen to it again.

Also the picture above is not from his album.  I just think it's funny.