Let's Talk About Brandy. After all, a real conversation about music that doesn't include Brandy is incomplete.
We've all participated in the age-old debate about the best artists of our time. It's a list reserved for the usual suspects - the artists who dominate the repetitive airplay on the radio or the performance lineup of music award shows on TV, or conveniently, both. Anyone who has followed Brandy's career from the release of her first self-titled album to the eagerly anticipated release of 'Two Eleven' have always rated her in the top tier of that list despite her preposterous absence from the music industry's relevance radar.
Not only is Brandy relevant, but absolutely, undeniably necessary.
'Two Eleven' is more than just the album's moniker or her cleverly masqueraded birthday, it's a celebration of what is most loved and respected about Brandy as an artist, singer, songwriter, and performer. It's about her growth, her courage, her talent, and her uncanny ability to deliver records that motivate her fans to create new lists upon which to perch her at the top -- Best Runs in "Wildest Dreams", Sickest Harmonies in "Slower", Sweetest Pillow-Soft Tone in "Scared of Beautiful", Slickest Reinvention of Cool in "Let Me Go", Most Classic Delivery of the Brandy Sound in "Do You Know What You Have?", and the Realest Conversation about Music in "Music".
I always say that an artist in today's musical landscape should be exceptional. And that should be the rule. Brandy stands solidly as an exceptional artist. This album, like its predecessors, once again prove that fact beyond a doubt. "Two Eleven" is Brilliant. Whole. and Very Honest. Each song delivers a piece of Brandy - vulnerable, yet defiantly strong and beautiful - she puts it all out there with sweet nods to being a woman, fully in love, unafraid of her sexuality, and tenderly appreciating the blessings of her life. It's a gift. To Her. From Her. To Us.
Happy Two Eleven, Brandy.