So tomorrow is the Rapture (not the NY dance punk outfit), supposedly. In celebration of this ‘fact’, I bring you…
Strobe lights, street lights…”
In short, “All of the lights; all of the lights“.
What a stunning roll call of the good and the great Mr. West manages to assemble on this bolshy, intergalactic number. Star-studded it may be, but everyone still knows to bow down to Yeezy. Even when he’s battling restraining orders and visitation rights.
(It turns out there was no room for energy-saving lights in the MBDTF branch of Homebase.)