BEYONCÉ combines the raw honesty of 4 with I Am...Sasha Fierce's bold as love, I-don't-care-if-anyone-sees attitude. Speaking of Sasha Fierce, she called up Beyoncé's new ego, Yoncé, and asked why she had to go and steal her light. Anyway, Bey has concocted a new sound that's different enough to be progressive, but comfortable enough to let her audience know that she's still the queen they've come to dub her. It's an album of femininity, an album of womanhood. BEYONCÉ will rock you, uplift you, and bring the fierce, sexually empowered being that lives inside of you out.
It's her honesty about infidelity ("Jealous"), motherhood ("Blue"), and casual cunnilingus ("Rocket") that separates this album from the other pop albums that came out this year. It's a fully formed project — music videos, art, and all. Her confidence in the work is endearing and makes up for the lack of "Single Ladies" tracks. Beyoncé hasn't reinvented herself; she's grown into herself, and her confidence pours out of each song. The videos make it contagious.
Let's be real: It's going to be a while before we stop freaking out over this. Bey skirted around the entire threat of leaks, somehow got a bajillion civilians to sell their souls and not speak a word about the new music, and single-handedly ruined everyone's year-end roundups. Oh, you thought so-and-so had the best album of the year? Think again, check yourself, and reassess because the sheer audacity of releasing an album out of the blue (ivy) is unprecedented. Also, factor in the fact that it's absolutely fabulous, and, well, consider the game slayed.
The "Self Titled" project will continue sometime in 2014. Until then, do yourself a solid, participate in some history, and bow down.