Rihanna’s albums tell a surprising story: beautiful girl leaves
Barbados for the big city and discovers her inner goth. Between her
2005 debut and this fourth album, the Jay-Z protégé and
R&B star has gotten pierced and tattooed, and gone from pastel
bikinis to fetishy black leather, from a disarming smile to a glare
worthy of Grace Jones. Rated R arrives in the wake of Rihanna’s
widely publicized beating by Chris Brown, and the lyrics are dark (and
surprisingly profane) — from “Russian Roulette” to “Stupid in
Love,” which contains references to “blood on your hands” and the line
“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.” Unfortunately, the music and words,
often written by others, don’t always match. The more minimal,
dubstep-like tracks bolster the Rihanna image and brand, but the
piano-and-strings ballads are too generic by half. Rated R demonstrates evolution, but she’s got further to go yet. — Phil Freeman
This article appears in Nov 25 – Dec 1, 2009.
