My thoughts on Nicki Minaj’s new CD, Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded.
I consider myself pretty open minded when it comes to music. I listen to and enjoy everyone from Eminem to Taylor Swift to The Foo Fighters. Good music is good music, no matter what genre it falls under.
Yesterday Nicki Minaj released her new CD Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded. Despite her over the top and fabricated personality, I enjoy Nicki’s music. I thought her first CD was very good and had a ton of stand out tracks. Roman’s Revenge was one of my favorite tracks of 2010 and is still a song that I always stop and listen to when it hits my iPod. Granted Eminem has a lot to do as to why I love the track so much, but Nicki didn’t drag things down. So when her Roman Reloaded hit Spotify, while I wasn’t dropping everything to listen to it right away, I was mildly excited to set aside some time to give it a listen.
Boy do I want that 79 minutes and 9 seconds of my life back.
Out of the 22 tracks I listened to Spotify, I starred three of them. THREE! Even a baseball player would say that average sucks. And at least one of those songs was a “pity star” because I honestly felt bad that I wasn’t enjoying the CD as much as I thought I should be. Maybe my expectations were too high, but after her mix tape and first CD, why wouldn’t they be high? Like it or not, she’s the top female rapper in the game right now. Granted there isn’t a lot of competition out there and most of that has to do with the fact that she pulls some outrageous stunt to stay in the public eye.
I was willing to be done with this album and never listen to it or think about it again. Then I read an interview with her where she talked about getting back to her rap roots, saying, “A lot of tracks on the new CD are hard beats and just spitting.” I’d like to find these hidden tracks because they definitely weren’t noticeable on first listen. The latter part of her statement is actually true, as she was, “just spitting” throughout most of the CD; meaning that most of her lyrics were just rhyming for the sake of rhyming and they had no story or flow to them.
Nicki thinks that just because Nas did a verse on one of the tracks, that she’s all of a sudden a “real artist.” You know why Nas did a verse? Because he’s not stupid. He knew that his verse would be listened to by more people than who bought his last album and that his verse would stand out in the pile of trash that is the rest of the CD. Getting a guest verse from Nas doesn’t make you a “real rap artist.” Putting together clever rhymes and rap with meaning makes you a real rap artist. As far as the “hard beats” goes, I definitely didn’t hear those on the CD, which was filled with nothing but club beats that could only be enjoyed by people on ecstasy.
Besides the uncreative and headache inducing hooks, the worst past about the CD was Minaj’s constant reference to her dick. Given the way her face looks, I’m sure there was a rumor at some point in her career that she was a man, but Drake can probably confirm that the rumor is false. But given how many times she asked listeners to “suck her dick,” I started to feel a bit uncomfortable.
At the start of one of the tracks, Nicki refers to herself as, “The female Weezy (Lil Wayne).” I assume that she was talking about the Lil Wayne who released a rock album that was hated on by rap and rock fans alike. Because with the release of Roman Reloaded, which is dance pop album and not a rap album, Nicki is following in the footsteps of Lil Wayne.
If Nicki would have come out and said, “I made this album for radio play and billboard charts” then I still would have been disappointed with the final effort, but at least I would have understood. Instead this was her “returning to her rap roots.” Well I don’t know who planted Nicki’s rap seed, but I’d like that man/woman convicted of a misdemeanor for assault on my ears because her roots suck.
Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded is some of the worst “music” I’ve heard all year. It’s an absolute mess of an album with no real direction. Nicki can’t decide whether or not she wants to rap, make club hits, make radio hits, or just stroke her own dick, so she ends up doing a little bit of everything. Poorly I might add. Do yourself a favor music fans, don’t even bother buying or listening to this CD. Support a good artist like Obie Trice and his new album Bottoms Up instead.
Unfortunately this album will be the highest selling “rap” album of the year up until this point, meaning we’re going to be stuck with this Nicki for the rest of our lives or until she runs out of hair colors.