269. Kanye West, "Yeezus"
This album is a fucking pipe bomb. I remember hearing it when it came out in 2013 and then listening to it straight for a month, trying to puzzle out the words and the beats and the sounds and just the overwhelming sound collage Ye throws at you. You have to go back to that time, when Kanye was just knocking on the door of being KANYE, or whatever fame-addled cultural iceberg he is now, to kind of begin to get it. Poised at the precipice of something enormous and beyond his control, Kanye put out this jarring, abrasive, occasionally beautiful album. The very first thing you hear, in "On Sight" (coproduced with Daft Punk) is synth, followed by drum machine, then Kanye's angry, aggressive, explicitly dirty vocal. Halfway through the song there's a sample of a chorus that doesn't fit at all but seems natural anyway. The second song, "Black Skinhead," which can only be described as industrial rap, is an interesting meta-commentary on Kanye's caree