Well, duh. It’s Beyonce. Of course she’s “suggested.” Ted Danzen says she’s 104% perfect or something like that. Personal perfection aside, this album was ok. Lemonade
, that is. Ambitiously eclectic, with a couple of real humdingers (I’m thinking mostly of “Freedom” and “Daddy Lessons” here), Beyonce shows us just what she’s made of. Not lemonade it turns out. But I hear the real experience of this album comes through the included Visual disc I did not pop in. Audio/Video, man. The original dynamic duo.
Suggested Use: Seems like a good album to wash your car to. All the huggin’ and kissin’ and declarations of love on the album can find some metaphoric resonance in the chrome-edged fenders of your automobile or even the reflection of yourself in a side mirror. And who isn’t okay with Beyonce? The neighborhood can’t get too upset if you’re blasting it with the doors open while you Armor-All your seats. Of course in this weather… maybe you should just stay inside and watch that Visual disc.