After decades of speculation about whether Simon Reynolds views the voices of ethnic minorities in rap music as a surface noise to be endured rather than enjoyed, his Wire magazine review of KanYe West's last album finally confirms what many of us have suspected all along: Grimey Simey™ doesn't care about blk ppl.
Whereas Reynolds would usually dismiss Rap's labyrinthine complex stories of life in AmeriKKKa as "some same old shit about bling and hoes" he tolerates for the thrill of the Mantronix/Bomb Squad/Dr. Dre/Timbaland/Mannie Fresh/Neptunes/Lil' Jon/DJ Mustard production backing it, his Life Of Pablo review finally makes it explicitly clear that he's always viewed the black voices in rap music as an undesirable sub-human nuisance he'd hate to share airspace with, let alone swap bodies with on some Castor Troy shit:
Moral of this story? As far as ex-Melody Maker scribes called Simon go, even Pricey has less #problematic views about ethnic minorities than Grimey Simey™.