A new Beyoncé album tires me more discursively than almost any tax return, because you don’t just review a Beyoncé album, you have to have a macro-sociological exegesis on the topics of identity, marketing and pop up your sleeve, and please provide at least three more objections of your own to all the theories that have been put forward thus far. It’s a big ass truckload of work is what it is. That’s why I won’t even attempt to write a discourse here, but rather make the simple observation that the main reason why I won’t listen to »Renaissance« very often again, despite some really absurdly good production, is simply because of Beyoncé’s extreme vocal dominance, which doesn’t put itself at the service of the music, but instead constantly remains the epicentre of every song.
Beyonce – Renaissance
