As all concert super-savers know, the best seat in the house is a sixth-story balcony several blocks away from the stadium. Though the sound quality will be marginally worse, it's a better bang for your buck.
The problem with a listening party–-as opposed to a concert––is that the audience is essentially watching the artist listen to their songs in real-time. One of the things that has always drawn me to Kanye (despite his increasingly concerning antics) was his magnetic stage presence. However, watching him splash around in his rainboots felt eerily reminiscent of a child playing on a rainy day.
What remains the same, however, is Kanye's incredible vision for set design. The visuals are stunning and managed to elevate the somewhat lackluster performance into something worth watching. From his home catching fire to the spooky luminescence of the moon hanging ominously in the sky, Kanye knows how to curate a vibe.
Unfortunately, the visuals are just about the only positive we can pull from the house fire that is Donda 2. From what we've heard on this album, Kanye manages to take even less of a subtle approach to his divorce. Nothing screams handling-it-well than sampling your ex-wife's out-of-context SNL monologue. Kanye's older work is undeniably brilliant and even his newer albums have generated some incredibly produced bodies of work, but Donda 2 falls more on the poopity scoop side of Kanye's discography.
Of course, it wouldn't be a listening party without the worst sound quality anybody could possibly imagine. Even Kanye himself famously threw the mic in frustration after attempting to pitchily sing along to a track from the original Donda album. These many technical issues served as fuel to an already raging fire.
Maybe all of this could be forgiven if it weren't for Kanye's laundry list of featured abusers. From real-life (probably) psycho killer Marilyn Manson to ever irrelevant DaBaby to Kanye himself, West has asserted his position as a certified guy's guy and an absolute threat to the women around him. I pray for any woman who dared to step foot into a South Beach club on Donda day; these women deserve a military discount.
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