Don’t rush to the store to pick up Nicki Minaj‘s debut album Pink Friday. Out of the 350,000 copies sold within the first week, a good portion will be discarded into your local record store’s bargain bin by true hip-hop fans. Well, assuming they even bothered to purchase a copy after such blatantly saccharin singles as “Your Love” and “Right Thru Me”…
Thanks to a few mixtapes and stellar guest verses, Minaj propelled herself towards the top of the hip-hop community. She’s easily one of the most exciting female rappers we’ve seen in recent history, equipped with zany cartoon antics and enough clever one-liners to prove she’s more substance than style.
Unfortunately, the overnight success didn’t do her any favors. She tried to please too many people with Pink Friday, resulting in a jumbled mess of eighties samples, bratty delivery and lackluster introspective tracks. And then there’s the singing. Despite how hard she tries, Minaj will never be Lauryn Hill. Quite simply? She doesn’t have the pipes for it.
Frankly, Minaj is best when she’s more “Itty Bitty Piggy” than “Save Me” or “Check It Out”. She achieves this energy on tracks like “Roman’s Revenge” and “Did It On ‘Em”, but it’s practically absent on the remainder of the album. While it’s one thing to be versatile, it’s another to stick with your talents. Let’s put it this way… Nicki Minaj is a dominant top, and she’s fucking herself with this overly poppy direction.
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