What happened over the weekend? At 8:34 on Friday night, Kanye West tweeted. He said he’d be premiering a song in a half-hour and we’d have to do what he said to hear it – we’d have to go to a particular address and stand outside with other people and watch a video projected onto the side of a building.
Of course, the first video of the video was up within minutes, so most people didn’t have to do any such thing.
“New Slaves” spread, the texting and vining and opining ran rampant. A few hours later even Michael Moore was rap genius-ing the song.
The next night Kanye was the musical guest on the season finale of Saturday Night Live, where he premiered another new song, “Black Skinhead,” performed “New Slaves“ for the first time, and stood alone while the cast hugged around him and the credits rolled.
He came for us on wavelengths old-fashioned and new, inserting into our conversations two songs that are stacks of questions without answers. Received as part of Kanye’s 15-year career, they make sense – from the composition that is both heavy-handed and deft, to the singsong retort of his flow and the lyrics that combine insecurity with callous certainty, that decry consumerism while refusing to give it up, that drag internal conversations in front of a mass-market, hair-trigger, blinkered audience.
“New Slaves” is the “c’mon, c’mon” in the “All Falls Down” hook 10 years and millions of dollars later. He’s got more on the line now — a decade of living has made him less inclined to sugarcoat.
This new song is a rotund, hollow production over which the man who made “Jesus Walks” and “Slow Jamz” and “Drive Slow” and “Runaway” and “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” looks us dead in the eye and raps about the proximity of Jim Crow.
He says things about the government that would have been dangerous 30 years ago. He airs out the music industry. Other rappers are doing this, but Ye also admits fault and weakness every time he mentions a Maybach. He is balling out on every level, especially emotionally. He’s made so much money anticipating our desires that he now has the capital and the connections to push our buttons whenever he wants.
How does a very rich and eminently successful artist with a superstar-all-from-a-home-movie girlfriend call us out? “Black Skinhead” is somebody banging on your door in the middle of the night, hurtling out of Ye’s metal-plated face, predicting reactions before it’s halfway over.
He rides an industrial-sounding, stadium-sized beat, calling Chicago, “Chiraq” in a grainy echo. He associated himself with Malcolm X on “Good Morning,” but then it was a joke. This time he’s serious. He says he’s going 400 mph, which we believe .. .