I’ve bought many records over the years for many reasons – out of curiosity, because I read a good review, to be hip and trendy, because of a sticker warning sensitive souls like me about swearing, because it was on yellow vinyl, to remind me of a time, because of nudity on the cover, but all these noble aims aside surely the most noble of all is just to buy one because you like the tune. It’s why I used to buy so many 7″ singles, but at some point the single died and I just concentrated on LPs.
A bit of a throwback to those times for me is Beyoncé Crazy In Love, a great tune I just kept hearing and hearing until it stuck somewhere deep inside my brain. Now I don’t want to blind you with the neuropsychology I’ve studied but for your delectation and education I have copied a diagram from a learned text book for you right here:
So all in all basically ‘Crazy In Love’ set up the correct vibrations along my brainstem, which then resonated correctly in my Tune Dome, setting off the correct sequence of neuronal firings to stimulate the Vinylus Cravorium to the point whereby I shelled out my hard-earned. Hearing ‘Crazy In Love’ in the correct setting will also precipitate neuronal stimulation of Dancius Abillitum, which of course can be doubly stimulated by the bolstering effects of alcohol.
You don’t need me to tell you ‘Crazy In Love’ was a state of the art slice of dancey R&B/hip hop with great sweeping bits, bouncy bits and a good rappy interlude bit from Mr Beyoncé, but like always its all about the chorus which comes belting down from on high borne on the celestial wings of Apollo. In the grand tradition of all non Def Jam hip hop singles the B-sides are a complete load of pants too – how reassuringly traditional; although I was intrigued to see that the final mix was called ‘Krazy in Luv (Lego’s Poontin Muzik Dub)’.
Great, great tune and notice I have not fallen into the sexist trap of mentioning the booty, not even once.*