24th
(via edbury)
cruz:
kanye west’s 808s & heartbreak, streaming now on rupert murdoch’s favorite place to meet local teenagers, came out today. can i be the first to say that it’s hip hop’s power, corruption & lies, right down to the quasi-peter saville artwork? it’s a terrifying, mechanic, late-night, hollowed-out break-up album from someone who still has romantic ideas about where albums can go and what they can do when songs are blown up and deflated.
let me say that robocop’s strings are as good as john cale’s on paris 1919. and paranoid has a synth hook that’s hookier than a bunch of hookers watching hook.
WHERE DOES PARIS HILTON SHOP? I swear to god, I have never seen a more impossibly ugly outfit. That shit is bargain-bin-from-the-nineties quality. Holy fuck.