{"id":70367,"date":"2017-11-11T15:20:42","date_gmt":"2017-11-11T13:20:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ngradio.gr\/?p=70367\/"},"modified":"2017-11-11T15:20:42","modified_gmt":"2017-11-11T13:20:42","slug":"eminem-walk-water-ft-beyonce","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ngradio.gr\/en\/news-el\/music-en\/eminem-walk-water-ft-beyonce\/","title":{"rendered":"Eminem \u201cWalk on Water\u201d [ft. Beyonc\u00e9]"},"content":{"rendered":"

Once, about 6,000 years ago,\u00a0Eminem<\/a>\u00a0sounded genuinely\u00a0playful<\/a>: \u201cI\u2019m interesting! The best thing since wrestling!\u201d he proclaimed brightly. Today, gaunt and mean-eyed and forever so fist-clenchingly\u00a0serious<\/em>\u00a0that he seems on the verge of squinting himself into a black hole, Marshall Mathers senses, maybe, that he\u2019s not that interesting anymore. \u201cWalk on Water\u201d is his latest joyless trudge of a power ballad that pairs a softly crooned hook with fuming, escalating verses of rage-spittle\u2014a formula he\u2019s followed dutifully since 2010\u2019s\u00a0\u201cLove the Way You Lie<\/a>\u201d gave him new life on the charts. Tellingly, he spends nearly every one of this song\u2019s 304 seconds fretting aloud about his own obsolescence.<\/p>\n

The big news this time around is that the crooned hook is offered by\u00a0Beyonc\u00e9<\/a>, a strangely regressive role for the biggest pop star on the planet. Nonetheless, she executes it with her typical feather-light touch and superhuman poise, her singing trembling expertly at the border between head and chest voice. The track, produced by Rick Rubin, sounds made for a commercial, a noncommittal gloop of grand piano and strings with no beat.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s an appropriately blank canvas for Mathers to scribble on, and he blots out every inch of white space with his chains of logorrhea. As usual, it sounds impressive on the surface, but a closer look reveals wording either leaden (\u201cIt\u2019s the curse of the standard that the first of the Mathers discs set\u201d) or nonsensical (\u201cpressure increases like khakis\u201d). Once, Eminem rhymed with such audible joy that it almost excused his puerility. Now, rapping sounds almost unendurable to him, even though he doesn\u2019t know how to stop\u2014in the last 10 seconds, after Beyonc\u00e9 gracefully bows out, he can\u2019t help butting back in to remind us: \u201cBitch, I wrote \u2018Stan\u2019!\u201d Yeah, Marshall. We remember.<\/p>\n