Britney Spears, O2 Arena, London, review
Britney Spears' 'Femme Fatale' gig at the O2 Arena in London is the most fake, processed live music show since, well, her last tour, writes Neil McCormick.
Is this what passes for live pop entertainment in the 21st century? Despite the usual vast video screens, giant props, costume changes, lasers, pyrotechnics, dry ice, salacious dance routines and thundering sound system, this was the saddest, laziest, dullest and most tawdry pop concert I have ever witnessed.
Only during a ballad, Don’t Let Me Be the Last to Know, performed while seated on an elevated swing, does Britney obviously contribute a live vocal – and it is atrocious: croaky, sharp, nasal and wobbly.
Why would anyone continue to care about such a useless performer, so obviously ill-at-ease with her trade?
Yet the faithful just don’t seem to care. In thrall to the power of her image and fame, they treat each glorified mime routine as if it were the greatest show on earth.
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