That’s the only way I’ve been able to process the intrinsic corniness of this new Beyoncé album, “Cowboy Carter,” which, very much like the most punishing of Grammy nights, runs way too long, yet still finds time to involve Post Malone. Rumored to be her big pivot into country music, Beyoncé has headfaked us all, opting instead for an omni-genre grandeur that still only manages to feel cosmetic at best. All in all, “Cowboy Carter” amounts to nearly 80 minutes of entirely palatable aesthetic choices being made by one of the most imaginative and decisive singers alive.

Maybe this is Beyoncé's gift for precision backfiring on her. Instead of getting her ideas to blend on this album, it's like she's lining up the ingredients on the countertop and calling it a cake{ai:summary}<p>Beyoncé drops a new album, "Cowboy Carter," with a mix of genres, including a nod to country music. Despite its grandeur, album feels superficial. #culture</p>

Beyoncé’s 'Cowboy Carter' isn’t a country album. It’s worse

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