Rolling Stone | 31.03.2026 23:56
It’s possible that we didn’t, in fact, want the old Kanye. Bully, the 12th studio album from Ye, né Kanye West, feels in some ways like a greatest-hits compilation: There are soul samples flipped with the alchemic acumen that made Ye one of the main architects of the past 20 years of popular music. There are crisp, stadium-ready melodies and polished, albeit just serviceable, hooks. Yet the project feels lifeless overall, as though the Ye whom fans might remember, like the times he represents, is indeed never coming back.
