Somewhere, there are people who can’t stand Pharrell Williams. Can’t stand the optimism, which can presumably only come when you’re counting Williams’ kind of do-re-mi. Can’t stand that squeaky-clean (but mostly just squeaky) voice. This observer isn’t a bad person; it’s just that he — and that’s the correct pronoun in probably nine of ten cases — doesn’t know how to have fun. In 2013, the 40-year-old Williams was so productive that he became the new favorite artist of thousands of listeners before they had a chance to realize it — all of them sublimated by, at least, his glossy production, whether on Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines”, Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky”, or 2 Chainz’s “Feds Watching”, which renovated the boarded windows of trap-rap and replaced them with gorgeous stained glass. It’s simple, then: Those who aren’t giving Williams the time of day are missing out on some of the richest, most tasteful pop of a generation. And G I R L, his first solo album since 2006’s In My Mind, is 47 more minutes to back that up.