The premise is kind of brilliant: as everyone and their moms goes through their post-Joy Orb/James Blake, "let's sample and chop up Aaliyah vocals for this UK funky track" phase, Alan Braxe gets it in with the new girl, transforming one of Bey's more disappointing, painfully limp ballads into a disco charger as sleek and compact as a smart car. Beyonce, stop doing the simpy Celine Dion shit and start transitioning yourself into the next Martha Wash now! Prepare yourself for the future! Pop music's a fickle beast, but everyone loves house divas more whey they get old and fat!
July 15, 2010