The summit of beauty and love – and Gaga was her name. Her space-disco ode to the planet of sex sounds even more like Madonna than you'd expect, especially "Papa Don't Preach," chanting, "Goddess of love, take me to your leader!" But give Gaga credit for restraint: She waits three whole minutes for the Uranus joke.
What a weird review. I find it funny how RS was writing editorials defending Gaga about the Madonna comparisons and now they are reaching for the stars for the Madonna comparison.
The HUGE reach though, Venus and Papa Don't Preach? Come on Rolling Stone, surely you have more educated staff to come up with a better comparison. A mess.
Poor thing she can't escape the Madonna comparisons. 
