I canâ€™t say I knowÂ aÂ lot about Kanye Westâ€™s music. I know that he is in the process of fathering Kim Kardashianâ€™s “problem” and that he scores consistent credit for being weird and diva-licious. Â Nevertheless, even a quick listen to his older work indicates an artist with some hardcore meaningful rumblingÂ taking placeÂ between his ears.Â The man can certainly rap and delivers undeniable creativity – both lyrically and with his beats.
Against that backdrop, his single, â€œBlack Skinhead,â€ flashed up on SNL last night and I’ve gotta say, I really liked it.Â Â It was hard-edged, gritty and appropriately tinged both with rock sensibility and heavy metal madness. Indeed, at times he sounded desperate (as in the â€œI canâ€™t be on the same Lear Jet as my Kim for another half an hour,â€ sort of desperate) yet also old-school NWA-style aggression. The song was more than sufficiently refined to keep me hanging around for repeat listens.Â Â In some ways, itÂ reminded me of Public Enemyâ€™s â€œBring the Noiseâ€ classic mash-up with Anthrax. And, without doubt, itâ€™s certainly harder than any Beastie Boys I can remember.
As with much hip-hop, the first time I heard “Black Skinhead,” I could understand (in a contextual sense) maybe only about 30% of the words – the second time, probably 60%. Â (Pure honesty here – I’m working at it)Â And that’s the thing -Â I’m now more or less convinced this one track may well be the kind of ear-worm capable of drilling itself into my very thickÂ skull until Iâ€™m actually able to rap (realism check – “recite the words”) – although, gosh darn it, if I could rap Kanye’s lyrics,Â I’d FINALLY be able to drop this whole “white-guy preppy private banker gig” and at long last become the REAL Frazer I always knew I could I could be . . .
So point is this: If crazy and prolonged exposure to Kim worked for you, Kanye, sign me up.