here kitty kitty kitty kitty. Come here Big FAT, Big BAT, BIG CAT, BIG ***** weak ass bitch mother****er!!!!! Pretend I'm the ice cream truck you run to at 3:40 every afternoon. Bitch I have the scoop for you and you WILL eat the whole cone and GAG on it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
here kitty kitty kitty kitty. Come here Big FAT, Big BAT, BIG CAT, BIG ***** weak ass bitch mother****er!!!!! Pretend I'm the ice cream truck you run to at 3:40 every afternoon. Bitch I have the scoop for you and you WILL eat the whole cone and GAG on it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
was surprised to see the mixed reception for this one... and then I wasn't.
Further proof of a deep generational chasm that divides ATRL into two camps; the twentysomething pop sophisticates with 15 to 20 years of top-shelf pop consumption to their name, and an unruly kid crew with Scream Queens avatars and tributes to Nick Jonas in their signatures. It's not that the latter generation is a lost cause entirely, but they've clearly never heard a "Britney" — that is, they've never encountered a voice quite as distinctive as Britney's. "But I know Britney! Circus was the first album I bought!" First off, ask for a refund. And no, you don't know Britney, you know a very stilted and subdued version of the iconic performer.
The Britney of "Private Show" is Britney as Britney is intended to sound. She very skillfully vacillates between a range of tones; she nasally, then guttural, then grainy, then nasally again, then delicate. (And yes, that's how she's supposed to do it.) She's sultry. She's goofy. She's sounds slightly absurd. She's fully engaged. She's expressive in ways that "technically superior" vocalists just aren't. She is brilliant. You have no idea how brilliant she is.
This is the probably purest attempt Britney has made to harness some of that ineffable charm that made her early work so irresistible. I adore it.
When I accidentally exposed Dark_Lorde and he got perma banned. 
