Nicki Minaj’s Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded
The Queen of Quirky returns with her new offering which is more mental than the loopy woman who frequents the 192 night bus to Manchester.
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Other than her ‘barbz,’ who are usually 15 year old girls toting pink wigs, you’ll be hard pushed to find an adult human who’s willing to admit their love of Nicki Minaj, and it’s not really too difficult to see why.
“Put my dick in yo’ face” half squawks, half harmonises Nicki on Come On A Cone, in a manner not too dissimilar to that of a crazed, garbling loon. “Do a show for Versace, they request me by name and if they don't get Nicki, it just won't be the same,” she continues, in that really modest talking about yourself in the third person way.
After her appearance at the Grammy’s, which saw her perform possessed by her gay alter ego Roman, it was quite clear that this wasn’t going to be your average album. In fact, play it to a Nicki virgin and they’ll probably run away screaming thinking their ears have been molested.
She kicks off with Roman Holiday, a gritty rap with a chorus like a nursery rhyme on crack. She dons her familiar faux cockney accent for the hook line that addresses the ever rebellious Roman. It could be alter ego Martha (her fairy godmother) or Nicki herself but it’s hard to tell when there’s more characters on one album than there are in the complete works of Charles Dickens.
It’s not like this is anything new from Minaj, who’s renowned for her bizarre wigs and penchant for pretending to be a gay man. But, if you’re expecting Pink Friday’s fluffy choruses and sugary lyrics, you’ll be sorely disappointed. The raps are heavier and grimier while the beats are at times downright filthy. The standout track is the rumoured next single Beez In The Trap, featuring American rap act 2 Chainz. The hook makes you want to gurn your best Nicki face, whilst her repetitive vocals prove somewhat addictive over the sharp pinging beats and shuddering bass.
Ready-made summer anthem Starships will be blasting from every speaker in town around about June-time, with its Guetta-esque chimes evoking images of sunny BBQ’s and inhaling too many G&T’s. Her BFF Lil’ Wayne makes an appearance on the title track Roman Reloaded, hurling harsh lyrics over a background of gunshots. He firmly reinstates his smarty pants rapper position with lines like “pop a molly, smoke a blunt, that mean I’m a high roller. My ex wanna work it out, bitch, try yoga.”
She ends with Stupid Hoe, a repetitive, pounding, alarm filled, angry rant that leaves you reaching for the nearest Hedex capsule.
You’re left reeling, but unaware of whose album you’ve just witnessed. Nicki, Roman, or the mad woman off the 192 bus.
Get a copy of Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded over here, barbz.
Words: Clémence Flamee