What a strange album release this has been. Weâve waited since 2013 for a new Rihanna record, with the release date put back time and again, and then last night it was reportedly uploaded to Tidal by mistake. It was removed, the re-uploaded. Even if you donât subscribe to Tidal you can have it for free, as Rihanna tweeted a link to a download. Sounds like a good way to throw away loads and loads of sweet moolah, though Anti has been bankrolled by Samsung to the tune of $25m.
The record was preceded by the Drake-featuring single âWorkâ, which was also released on Wednesday and received a mixed response on social media. The album is likely to be equally divisive, featuring none of last yearâs hit singles (such as âBitch Better Have My Moneyâ and the Paul McCartney and Kanye West-featuring âFourFiveSecondsâ) and often seeming more like a low-key mixtape than of the most-anticipated records of the last few years. Still, there are moments of brilliance, which weâll explore in NMEâs first-listen track-by-track review.
âConsiderationâ ft. Sza
This is such a strong start. The pounding percussion and Rihannaâs confident flow, leaning a little more heavily than usual on her Barbadian accent, immediately arrests your attention. Itâs languid but assured, and thatâs before neo-soul singer Szaâs otherworldly, Kate Bush-style vocals bob and weave around the beat. Also features Rihanna offering the excellent lyric: âLet me cover your shit in glitter.â
âJames Jointâ
At just over a minute long, this is more like an interlude than an actual song, though the jazzy keyboard â like something you might expect from Frank Ocean â would earn its place on something more substantial. Itâs basically just keyboard and vocals, with Rihanna crooning romantic lines such as, âDonât know why / Just know I love you.â Even though it could be fleshed out more, âJames Jointâ doesnât feel undercooked â itâs short and sweet and, above all, quietly confident.
âKiss It Betterâ
Whatâs the last thing you expect from Rihanna? Thatâs right, â80s power ballad guitar solos. Yet thatâs what opens track three, which details an irresistible relationship that Rihanna knows is destructive but concludes, âWho cares when it feels like crack?â Sounds a solid argument to us. Anyway, this is one of the albumâs best and most full-bodied tracks, replete with snaking synths and two swooning, overlapping vocal refrains.
âWorkâ ft. Drake
Released before Anti, this wasnât an especially promising single, hooked around the dumb repetition of the word âWorkâ â surely trolling, since weâve been waiting for Riri to finish this thing since our ancestors were in the workhouse â and an underwritten chorus. Even Drakeâs verse makes little impact. Certainly itâs no âBitch Better Have My Moneyâ, but in context that actually makes sense. Hereâs where it clicks that Anti is leaning on a playful mixtape vibe. Listen to way she slurs the chorus into nonsense words towards the end. Sheâs having fun with nothing to prove.
âDesperadoâ
Brooding and tense, with a buzzy bassline and ghostly backing vocals, this is as strong as âKiss It Better.â The lyrics subvert to idea of lovers on the run â instead of running away with them, Rihanna run towards her beau (who sounds like a bit of a shit), admitting: âThere ainât nothing for me here any more / But I donât wanna be alone.â
âWooâ
Itâs genuinely unbelievable that it took eight people to write this track. Itâs even more unbelievable that one of those writers is The Weeknd, a man whoâs no stranger to a compelling R&B hook. âWooâ begins with two jarring, atonal guitar chords repeated over and over â initially an appealing prospect, in-keeping with the general sense that this is Rihanna ditching appeals to mainstream success. Yet besides some tinny, trap-influenced percussion, little is layered on that riff. Itâs spread so thinly over four minutes that, by the end, it feels lumbering.
âNeeded Meâ
After an exciting start, this is where Antiâs unevenness becomes pronounced. With seven tracks to go. The lyrics find Rihanna on typically defiant form â which is exactly what we want and expect from her â as she coolly intones: âDonât get it twisted / You was just another n*gga on a hitlist⌠Didnât I tell you I was savage?â Thereâs compelling menace in buzzing, grinding bassline at the midway point, but otherwise this is airy, forgettable R&B thatâs not quite worthy of Rihanna.
âYeah, I Said Itâ
As with the last song, there are moments of brilliance here. The minimalist piano refrain, which loops throughout, is cold as fuck, bringing to mind Drake and Futureâs mixtape âWhat A Time To Be Aliveâ â a record that dealt with the cold-blooded luxury of wealth. Yet thereâs so little else going on (except some admittedly cool bleeping sounds) that âYeah, I Said Itâ passes with making much of an impression and may be Antiâs weakest track.
âSame Old Mistakesâ
What a strange thing this is. Rihanna covers âNew Person, Same Old Mistakesâ by Australian psych-rockers Tame Impala, adding 30 seconds to its running time, beefing up the bouncing bassline and bringing the chiming synths higher in the mix. Letâs just say it: this is better than the original. The vocals are airy and echoing (âFeel like a brand new personâ) but are underpinned by enough bass and percussion that the track feels much more substantial than the likes of âNeeded Meâ. The whole thing is stripped back to guitar, vocals and percussion at the bridge, which sounds like the song is sliding sideways, before everything blends together again: swooning psychedelia, bassy hip-hop and Rihanna crooning, âStop thinking youâre the only option.â Weird in a good way.
âNever Endingâ
That excellently odd moment is followed by an acoustic guitar ballad that could have been sung by almost anyone in the last decade. It does feature the affecting line âI knew your face once but now itâs unclearâ and the song isnât bad â admirably evading a slip into mawkishness â but it sits quite uncomfortably on such an unusual and, at times, forward-thinking album.
âLove On The Brainâ
Oh yes, on the subject of Anti being unusual â hereâs Rihannaâs â50s doowop-inspired ballad, âLove On The Brainâ. Itâs totally brilliant, with the singer showcasing the kind of vocals weâve not heard from her before, oscillating between her trademark snarl, Mariah Carey high notes and soaring Beyonce-style vocal acrobatics. Itâs like three performances in one. The rolling organ and romantic string arrangements are offset by the dark-as-fuck lyrics, which seem to be Rihannaâs ode to a violent lover (which of course make you think of her being assaulted by Chris brown in 2009): âIt beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good / Must be love on the brain.â Essentially this is The Crystals’ âHe Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss)â for 2016.
‘Higher’
This is a straight-up love song, with a Rihanna inviting her lover over while admitting sheâs been on the sauce. âI know I could be more creative and think of poetic lines,â she sings, âbut Iâm turnt up on sizâ and I love you.â Thereâs tinkling piano and elegiac piano, but what really stands out is Rihannaâs smoking, soaring vocal, which might be one of those most beautiful and romantic things sheâs put to record.
‘Close to You’
After that high point, Anti reminds us of its uneven second half with a soft, plaintive piano ballad. The piano plods along, not making much of a footprint, and Rihanna seems to pine for a long-distance lover (itâs not all that convincing â sheâs more interesting with attitude). And then it sort of peters out. Itâs a characteristically odd place to end an inconsistent album that does, on balance, have more strengths than weaknesses.