This time next year, you might hear some album-of-the-decade buzz around Solange and her leftfield R&B masterpiece A Seat at the Table. But featherlight blues and sober reflection are a tough sell live, particularly to holidaying punters drunk in rural Suffolk. “I want to turn this festival into church,” Solange informs the few thousand gathered, who were possibly happy with just a festival. It doesn’t help that her hour-long set, for all its laidback charm, doubles as a meticulous avant-garde dance show. So it’s a minor miracle when, midway in, her gentle punches start to land. “Fuck Trump,” she mutters at one point, and the congregation roars in agreement.
The turning point is F.U.B.U., a black anthem in which the younger Knowles sister rallies “all my niggas in the whole wide…
Straight from The Guardian
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