3 1/2 stars
With her last two albums, pop princess Britney Spears showed a deep inclination - even a need - to engulf her voice in the eccentricities of electronica. But on Femme Fatale, Spears sounds more willing than ever to become both a tool of technology (a cog in the machinery, from the rigid dubstep of "Hold It Against Me") and its remote yet passionate commander. Listen to "Trip to Your Heart," the achy-breakiest electro-pop ever, and tell me you can't feel Britney's yearning through the Auto-Tune-n-tweaks.
Surely Spears picked the FX-heavy producers who'd twist her vocal pleas and was in on their moody cold waves and molten hot mixes. Max Martin and Dr. Luke turned a majority of Femme Fatale into a gilded Eurodisco palace that Giorgio Moroder would have envied, with the thrilling "Gasoline" being the weirdly best of the bunch. Will.i.am makes "Big Fat Bass" into a flexed-out showcase for Brit's deepest desires. On the CD's deluxe edition, "He About to Lose Me" (penned by producers Rodney Jerkins and Darkchild) manages to be eerie, cocky, and soulful.
Forget Gaga, Fergie, and Christina's leaps into electro. Britney's the ice queen.
- A.D. Amorosi
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