Kanye West & Kid Cudi, Kids See Ghosts

Kanye West & Kid Cudi, Kids See Ghosts

After his listener-alienating,public declarations of profound ignorance, it was inevitable one Kanye album had to bomb. And so we had Ye, full of bluster, short on insight and impossible to listen to without remembering its maker’s missteps. One week later comes this collaboration and suddenly, West seems willing and able to wrestle with his demons and, if not apologize, at least acknowledge what he’s wrought and try to move forward. Kanye does the lion’s share of the rapping and the production, while alternative rap icon Kid Cudi does most of the singing. Cudi’s presence and his vocal contributions seem to temper Kanye and guide him to higher ground, while Kanye sharpens Cudi’s focus. I don’t know if this album is enough to reassure anyone about where Kanye’s head is at, but it does suggest he‘s got better influences in his life than a delinquent president, and the music is unassailable. Highlights: “Reborn,” “Feel The Love,” “Fire”

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