damn these fuckers went in
It’s difficult to think of Eminem — perhaps the most transformational pop music figure of the 2000s, and still a multiplatinum star — as a supplicant in need of a handout. But in 2014, he is merely a galaxy-size cult favorite, a 41-year-old white rapper far from the center of pop culture, leaning heavily on reputation and largely failing to innovate.
What has saved him from just being a prodigiously gifted relic is Rihanna. The last two times he’s topped the Billboard Hot 100, it’s been with her at his side: “Love the Way You Lie,” in 2010, and “The Monster,” last year. Both are songs with turmoil at their core, by a pair of artists with often differing ideas of how to communicate it. But these songs — “Love the Way You Lie” in particular — are slickly bruised, Rihanna’s voice pushed slightly past its typical neutrality, and Eminem channeling his anguish into narrative cohesion. In total, Eminem and Rihanna have released four songs together — the others are “Love The Way You Lie (Part II)” and “Numb,” both of which have appeared on Rihanna albums.
For Eminem, who’s become reclusive in recent years, both during and after his struggles with drugs, this was an increasingly rare high-profile occasion. . For Rihanna, one of the most photographed pop stars of the day, this was like a cute, mildly distracting side project. If Eminem only wanted to remain a hero to nostalgists and to rap purists, he wouldn’t need Rihanna. But here she was, because Eminem needs more.
And yet she seemed grander than Eminem, who has remained resolutely blue-collar in demeanor and work ethic. His expertise is both thrilling and tiresome. At times, it feels as if he’s rapping merely to satisfy himself.
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/08/18/arts/ ... .html?_r=0