I would’ve been perfectly happy living the rest of my life never hearing Rihanna’s voice again. Hearing it spew more flat melodies on another Eminem song is almost heartbreaking. That has less to do with her voice being annoying, which it is, and more to do with her further contributing to Eminem’s great demise as a song artist. Awkwardly-constructed rap verses aside, there was a time when Marshall Mathers would mock pop fluff like this. Now he’s making it, without a hint of satire. That’s what’s scary.
The “monster” under his bed is just a silly metaphor. It has something to do with his fame, which, after all these years, he still hasn’t seemed to manage. It’s “bittersweet”, he complains, on a single seemingly designed to make him more famous. That goes back to Rihanna singing on the chorus and an airy emo-tech track certainly not produced by Dr Dre. This is music you’ve heard before in some way or another and will continue to hear as long as music like this remains popular, however monstrously bad it may be.
my rating : 2 of 5
2013
