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Despite her Ronald McDonald-style hair, Rihanna is anything but kid-friendly on her new album Loud. A disjointed mix of sex-obsessed lyrics and trashy pop beats, Rihanna’s fifth studio release is a stark contrast to the innocent island vibe of her debut record, Music of the Sun. Apparently, a lot can change in five years—and I’m not just talking about hair color.
When there is a torrential downpour, most people like to stay indoors. Not Taylor Swift. In her new album Speak Now, Swift welcomes the bad weather, daring us to meet her “in the pouring rain.” It is this defiant attitude that provides the underlying tone of her third release—each track is full of fiery lyrics and surprisingly revealing emotions, a stark contrast to her first two albums in which she only croons about the flimsy fantasies of adolescence.
It’s six a.m. Your grandfather climbs out of bed and pours himself a cup of coffee. Your grandmother, already awake, is engrossed in a cooking magazine, bifocals slightly crooked upon her nose. Now picture both of them wielding machine guns as dozens of CIA assassins converge on their house.
After three years of caution tape, traffic cones and obstructed sidewalks, the construction work on Smith Warehouse is finally drawing to a close.
Old men are the best dancers.
