The New Yorker laid a wreath on rap last week and got an instant and thorough undressing via Das Racist, but an even better defense is No Ceilings, which is so ridiculous, awesome and vital that you'd be really hard-pressed convincing us that Wayne (and rap, by association) isn't just getting started. Like, has Sasha Frere-Jones not heard "Swag Surfin'"? Wayne sounds like Pearl from 227 on that shit. Is there another genre doing impressions of cranky old sitcom ladies and making it sound like the best idea since bottled beer? Don't think so. To be fair, Frere-Jones probably wrote that story a while ago, but it's not like Wayne didn't help foist Drake and Nikki Minaj on pop this year, Cudi didn't sell a ton of records with some help from Ratatat and "Empire State of Mind" isn't just about the new official song of New York City. Blueprint 3 may not have had "A Milli," but nobody is really depending on Jay-Z to supply #1 jams anymore anyway. We're just glad new Wayne tapes still feel like a big deal, even if some people don't care anymore.
UPDATE: Download the official mixtape with new songs at Dat Piff