On Survivor , the producers provided the latter by mail to Beyonc , who wrote and recorded all of the former with the ladies, rarely the twain meeting. This may reinforce rockists prejudice that Destiny s Child will not make their Music From Big Pink , but I respectfully submit that the shortcomings of postal songwriting are no more severe than the shortcomings of introspective studio hibernation. Beyonc s lyrics represent her Populism tough, funny distillations of conversational wisdom but she puts her Art into the fluid, surprising vocal arrangements. I m from Texas, my girl s from Illinois. When she sings, Finest thing you ever did see in the lowest register you ve ever heard her attempt, it s all over.
Knees buckle, banks default, IPOs come to a halt.
The harmonic motion is more Prince than Max Martin, and her lyrics are more Biggie than well, few of her peers write their own lyrics. And that s just the first verse. Something and Baby Got Back, a pro-flesh anthem riding a Stevie Nicks sample. Not exactly Burn, Hollywood, Burn , but it s an anthem if you want it to be. She sings it like she s astride some big, hairy horse, heading for the ramparts.