Britney‘s got an album coming in 2013, and quite literally nothing else in this world matters.
We’ve known this for a while from assorted rumblings, as well as a completely nonchalant ‘Oh this? Just here sitting in a recording studio casually with Darkchild, NBD’ moment on X Factor. But on December 30, The Holy Spearit confirmed the news publicly via Twitter by responding to fans out of nowhere with a post-Britmas message of hope, noting that she was “working hard” (“slaying your faves”) and “really focused” (“remaining a legend”) on new music, collaborating with some “new inspiring producers” (“coming for all sorts of wigs”).
Does any other pop star’s album art talk the talk quite like Rihanna‘s?
Two years ago, the black and gray sheen and jagged metal “R” logo perfectly exemplified the grim, post-apocalyptic noir of Rihanna’s 2009 masterpice Rated R, as the singer menacingly peered out from behind her hand while suited in futuristic space gear, looking like Grace Jones beamed in from the year 3000.
Just a year later in 2010, Rihanna smoldered on the cover of LOUD with her fire engine red coif; her eyes closed and lips pouted with pristine 1970′s disco queen poise (where’s Andy Warhol when you need him?). Accordingly, the collection was largely colored by its StarGate-produced dance floor throbbers (“Only Girl (In The World),” “S&M”) and and airy Island-infused mid-tempo jams (“What’s My Name?” “Man Down”).
With Talk That Talk, her sixth studio album released on November 21, Rihanna has once again rih-invented, this time veering closer toward the Rated R menace, albeit not completely: She’s stripped away the metallic sheen of Rated R and given it a decidedly more street vibe.
Buttoned up in a sleeveless camouflage blouse, she appears sweaty and disheveled, her hair mussed as she grips her forehead. With a hungry glare and a dagger-sharp tongue firmly planted in the corner of her lips, she utterly oozes sex. But this isn’t a candle-lit dinner at the Four Seasons followed by a rose pedal-strewn romp in bed. This is a rough, rowdy back-alley FUCK on break during your mid-day work shift.
And that, in a nutshell, is the essence of Talk That Talk.