And yes, Jay-Z’s two appearances still sound like a formula replicated rather than a partnership forged. Her singing hadn’t yet gone through the puberty of playing Etta James. It’s a parade of bangers about lust and its discontents, about how to take a nightspot over with Naomi Campbell’s walk. “B’Day” doesn’t have the split-persona nerve of “Sasha Fierce” or that damn-the-charts idiosyncrasy of “4,” the first of her masterwork trio.
This album’s the one that culminates with the ninth track (of an efficient 12): That would be “Irreplaceable,” the “ Wanted Dead or Alive” of “better call Tyrone” balladry. “Déjà Vu” spreads into “Get Me Bodied,” which hops to “Suga Mama” then “Upgrade U” and “Ring the Alarm,” which leads to “Kitty Kat,” “Freakum Dress” and “Green Light.” Different rooms on Single Ladies Night at the biggest club in Stankonia.
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