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Rihanna’s 7th studio album “Unapologetic,” is honestly a huge disappointment to one of her most adoring fans and to the music industry itself. Although the Chicago Tribune put it down a bit gently, I feel more as the L.A. Times referring to it as a fast food hamburger is the most accurate. Because before I get so excited to eat one, but after ingesting and digesting one of those burgers, I always get a stomach ache. And as soon as I listened to the first track, “Phresh Out the Runway,” I got a stomach ache. And just like after that gross burger, comes the potential of food poisoning. This album is poison in my opinion to Rihanna’s career and especially any happy feelings I had towards her. Not a single track was written by her, and honestly in her case I think that’s for the best. Do I even know where to begin? I go to music for clarity, to make light of situations and to feel as if an artist represents me with every changing chord and lyric. But this album would make the little always smiling sun baby from the Teletubbies cry it’s eyes out. I was a little hesitant about “Diamonds,” hoping that something good would come out of that song and video, but being a girl and liking shiny things is not going to help win me over with the rest of this album. It makes me miserable, have a headache, and then I just get straight annoyed with the whole “Nobody’s Business.” At least Chris Brown almost forms the word business when he is singing his side to the duet. But come on Rihanna, what message are you sending? I am all about power to women, but moaning and groaning about how messed up you are over a douchebag that beat you up in “Love Without Tragedy/Mother Mary,” and then basically pulling a publicity stunt as large as Miley Cyrus getting engaged for what, support? You were so strong and now you’re so blatantly weak, which would be fine if you actually worked on making that work for you, making me want to support you like in Rated R. In “What Now” which is one of the only tracks besides “Jump”, and “Lost in Paradise,” that I can listen too, I seriously am wondering “What Now”? Have you given up on the support of your fans to follow your heart? Because that would be fine.. if you hadn’t rubbed it in our faces that you just don’t give a “phuck?” Are you happy, miserable, or lost? And if you can win me back on this, can the next album be more like a filet?
Bootsie 