Whenever I say I don’t like Beyonce’s voice, of course all I get is boos from the audience, but this is pretty much what I’m talking about. I’m not saying she can’t sing — that would be absurd. And her range is impressive. But I just don’t like her timbre. I don’t like the top half of Beyonce’s register and nobody is going to make me see the light. Different strokes for different folks and whatnot, but Beyonce’s tone is not pleasing to my ears unless she’s being sultry and husky and giving me moods. There is just no richness there for me all up in her stratosphere and she’s just growling and hollering.
So. Have at it, Beyhive. I have my hate-blockers on so fire away.
Hoooooowwwwww did I sleep on this song for all of 2013? Y’all….this is everything I ever want from a pop girl group. Can we talk about that acapella intro? Can we talk about how the whole song is basically acapella with percussion? Can we talk about how this must be a lost LaFace production circa 2001?
I can’t. I can’t even talk about it. This is perfect. I need someone to go write Little Mix some actual hits so they can become a big deal, because I’ve just been accidentally slayed by four little British girls and I don’t know what to do with myself.
Time of Death: Midday, January 4th. Cause: Extreme musical cuteness.
You are not ready for this acceptance speech. You are not ready!!!
This is the definition of “They did that.” Can we talk about how Max is waaaay off to the side, hella away from the mic and we can still hear that alto? She know she was bad. This blend is just so on point.
At the risk of being booed off the Internet, I’ma just put it out there: Nobody in En Vogue had an amazing voice. They were all good singers — not great ones. Cindy damn near annoyed the hell outta me with her tone and Dawn was always right next to weak. But the four of them together? They had the best ears in the business. I need something like this to happen again.