Why, just the other day we were wondering why there aren’t any more songs about Rihanna shooting herself in the chest.
And here’s Russian Roulette. It’s serendipity, that’s what it is. Russian Roulette is the first single to be released from Rihanna’s new album Rated R – the R, if you’re wondering, stands for Really Bloody Depressing.
Will Rihanna’s Russian Roulette take off? We hope not. The last thing we need is a bunch of copy-cat suicide songs from lesser singers – although insiders have informed us that Ciara‘s forthcoming Do The Toasterbath and Amerie‘s Let’s Push Scorpions Up Our Bumholes are actually pretty catchy.
We blame Chris Brown. Of course we do. If it wasn’t for the damned nude photos and Chris Brown’s horrific attack on her face earlier this year, then would Rihanna be releasing a song about suicide? No way – we heard that her original choice for a comeback single was a song called I’m Just A Giddy Gumdrop Girl (My Heart Goes Boing Boing Boing). But we can’t change the past – Chris Brown did attack Rihanna, and therefore her comeback single is Russian Roulette. EW has more on the song:
The midtempo tune opens with a screaming processed-guitar solo that segues into an eerie-sexy bass rumble… Soon thereafter comes the big pull-out-the-stops hook: ?And you can see my heart beating/You can see it through my chest/I?m terrified but I?m not leaving.? The music ends dramatically with a single gunshot.
And, just to push the message home, the artwork for Russian Roulette shows Rihanna wrapped in barbed wire. This either suggests that Rihanna is in a truly dark and edgy place at the moment, or that she’s depressed because she ended up getting accidentally tangled up in a fence during an abortive apple scrumping mission and now she’s worried about tetanus. We just don’t know.
But perhaps we shouldn’t be too surprised by Russian Roulette. After all, Rihanna has never shied away from flirting with dark imagery in the past. Remember Unfaithful, where Rihanna compared the act of infidelity to murder? Or Shut Up And Drive, where Rihanna harrowingly relived the nightmare of being trapped in a taxi with a needlessly chatty driver? Or Umbrella, where Rihanna sang about, um, some umbrellas? The woman is essentially Marilyn Manson.
Oh, we’ve teased you for long enough. Here’s Russian Roulette by Rihanna. If you find yourself affected by any of the issues raised in the song, then help can be found here. Oh, and also you’re an idiot…
What did you make of that, then? Personally, we hope that the song disappears without trace. Not necessarily because the subject matter is too dark for its intended audience, but because we’re worried that Chris Brown will try something similar in an attempt to get back into everyone’s good books again. And, really, we don’t want to see any photos of him with barbed wire wrapped around his nipples. We’re depressed enough as it is, thanks.