Of course, the album itself has no central theme. Pseudo-hip-hop beats are done in one place, to be replaced in the next song by dodgems-rhythms a la David Guetta. Logically, the style must be pressed in, because it's also popular. But wait, ballads come in the winter but also good, so we pack still on it. In this way, the album will have been produced. No, this is to provide all times not the change in the foreground, but the calculus across the board. The fans will have to swallow. The lack of expressiveness of the singing voice does not need to be mentioned.
Phresh Out the Runway can not decide between hip hop and electronic gadgetry, Diamonds, the voice of the singer reflected in the twentieth facet again (strange, live is it never to hear anything), Numb to get a touch Realness by Eminem, loveeeeeee song would like a soul number and Right Now comes quite dull in the Guetta-Euro Trash Greater Disco. But not enough. Nobodys Business is for small scandal-song, as it clearly flirts with the whipping action and the strange reparation between her and Chris Brown. Love Without Tragedy steals classic 80s guitar riffs as Keybord version. Yes, this record is a clear expression of the unimaginative music industry, which wants to squeeze the product Rihanna until the last drop and want to do an album now, which simply holds nothing meaty, has been produced for this highly professional.
No, it has no soul or a touch honesty. It is as predictable as the high sales figures, which will have the album. It's not even a flat rate based with mainstream music. There are numerous examples of how commercially successful music can score well with quality. The annoying thing is how brazenly the listener is led around by the nose.
