But is it good? It’s profoundly meh, with Spears reanimating her burnout baby-talk over a freeze dried club beat that isn’t lively enough to grate. It’s the kind of song that inflames the most cynical cockles of the human heart, a throbbing four-minute reminder that there will be no escape from this parasitic digital mediascape where brand name artists demand conversation despite their spiraling musical irrelevance. Life’s a b – - – -.
OMG the Washington Post dragged
