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I loved Blackout, well loved. Before, I had no time for Britney or its various incarnations. The Mouseketeer Lolita who gave us "blow me ..." It draws a league of women to wear skirts in schools and clubs that make hand-to-head-hair-film-dance move laterally. The petulant womanager that gave us the anemic demand for respect for "Overprotected" and "My Prerogative." Not even his desperate pursuit of the clod-hopping genre "I Love Rock'n'Roll" and "Me against the music" gave me even the smallest of fucks. The only time I have paid all the attention was "Slave 4 U" and "toxic." Apart from these two tracks Britney murderer had never produced anything any bite, no matter how many purrs, mewls vocal hiccups or she uses to disguise his limited range.
Then, after his well-documented descent, is back with "Gimme More," a grinding electro Dirge in a slightly too slow BPM really classify as a dance jam, sapped his voice dry and his usual affectations. Seriously, Gray: I deleted after Hot Chip "Over & Over" and saw people go crazy-mono. Best, for Blackout, not once. Stuttering "Piece of Me", the thrum of "Heaven on earth" and defiantly stupid R & B "Get Naked" is oddly flat vocodored boasted voice. That could otherwise be apathetic artist, but after the race and Brit hiccups and giggles autotunes sounded revolutionary. It seems, in retrospect, that Britney + Producer - Britneyisms makes for a great formula. Even the title, Blackout, suggested that, in his fame, had been doused stupor reached safely without actually being there. It was the equivalent of peach album, but nothing to drink aguardiente for twelve hours and wake up at home, in the same bed without having fouled, he lost his wallet or something fucking sad. It is, in fact, truly magical.
But now we have a circus, and I'm already upset. For example, half of the second track, we get the following: "There are two types of people in this world. Those who entertain and to observe." Oh, shit. Shambling actions and public meltdowns just entertainment (other than those having a bet as Deadpool). It seems, after all, completely unconscious of itself. She believes it is the main attraction, but in truth the album should have been called SideShow. Those who have followed his story is rabidly TV, after all, not doing so out of loyalty to her, but like a crowd at a car accident, and even then it was a cool dining-upped as Lindsey Lohan and Amy Winehouse. However, in the past, let's see what the back-of-the-Brink's like Britney.
In short, not so good. "Womanizer" is instantly unlovable. Played-back is sexy purr, but that's not what galls. Since none of her personal life has kept personal feelings of the song sound dumb. Who is she singing? Paparazzi with the knob that even a mother could love? That is an opportunity Charmless "Womanizer"? But, in the sense of a hand, even though the song is there a private melodically hypnotic quality of "Gimme More" and lolloping rhythm. "Womanizer" replacing chirpiness with a pass directly to the tips annoying. And that is the problem with the whole circus. Basically, Britney's back, is connected with the material ... and that is annoying.
Curiously, it is the "sexiness", where Britney really struggles. Where the power was sexuality, rooted in his grimy beats and bustling with the kind of perversion could only really Xtina Showboat, Circus Panderma is a type of sexuality rarely seen outside of'70s B-movies. The puzzling "Mmm Papi" is, despite the layers of groans and moans, too cutesy-cutesy. It's like she struggled again in his "beat me .." school equipment and baby-talks. Besides, there are vaguely racist Latinos impersonation in the final of the track, which makes the whole song and a grubby affair, I straight took decidedly LIMP. There is also a song called "Leather and Lace." With SLAP-BASS. FFS, go!
Although the rose "So What" wins the prize for the most narcissistic alienatingly song of the year, "Kill The Lights" is awfully close. "Is that money in your pocket or are happy to see me?" Britney GOOS. True, you could argue that "Piece of Me" has exactly the same feeling, but while that song was released with a light-off, "kill the lights" comes with Gusto. "I do not give a damn what you think of me" is very difficult to think of someone trying so hard, and Britney, if nothing else, it has worked. There's a song called "If U Seek Amy." Was "See you next Tuesday" already taken by Fred Durst or something?
So, Britney is back with a new anti-Midas touch. In recent years he has focused and fucking her personal life. Now, with the participation of it in his music once again, she is managing to shit as well. Circus is a sad step back to its still GLOSSY unengaging In the era of the area, which is a shame. The only standout is the Woozy, Flange-guitares "Blur". Listing a disarmingly soulful vocals, sets the tone for a great fall album that could have been. It is a pity that she does not have the guts to do that album. That would have caused a media circus.
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