I don’t want to hate Green Light, but Beyonce is giving me no choice these days. She’s evolved to the point of stagnation. Where every song sounds like the last and every tune sounds like a watered down version of Crazy In Love.

Call me cynical, but it seems each new Beyonce single is yet another excuse to parade around in a selection of different clothes. There are three types of clothes Beyonce wears in her videos: the skimpy type, the figure-hugging type and the cutting edge skimpy figure-hugging type.

Not that I have any problem with skimpy clothes and provocative dancing, but didn’t Miss Knowles originally rise to fame on the “I’m a respectable Christian lady” ticket? I really dig this new kind of lapdancing Christianity. Must talk to the Pope about that the next time I pop into the Vatican for a cuppa.

Back to Green Light: not the strongest track in Beyonce’s back-catalogue. I think she’s suffering a crisis of imagination and churning out the same old stuff over and over again. The problem is, with Crazy In Love, it was original and fresh and we all loved it. Fast forward a few years, and the formula seems to be lacking in substance.