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.
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"Perfume" is just so brilliantly unconventional in its conception. That is sits uneasily among a slog of Britney Jean's uninspired, hypersexual, EDM fumbles is to its benefit. "Perfume" makes no sense within the context of its parent album, so when Britney unleashes a fury of paranoid musings and talks about her animalistic plan to "mark her territory," it stands out at the biggest statement she's made in years.
"Perfume" is a little glimpse behind the curtain. Whether or not the events chronicled are biographical, real-life Britney knows a few things about anguish. Real-life Britney is sad, she's tormented... she's also a little deranged... probably. The peculiarity of Sia's rhyme scheme and word choice (which we can attribute to her lingering ESL difficulties) are truly an artist's rendering of Britney's own fragile and fractured headspace. Britney's delivery isn't one with much dynamic range, but rather a powerful vocal assault. But make no mistake, this is still a display of vulnerability—it's the vulnerability of a woman who's been pushed to her limit and must seek vengeance. She'll spritz her boyfriend (maybe even piss on his leg), send a message to that other woman with her stench and put a giant target on his back. Her gun won't miss.
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.
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.
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This **** is like the Rosetta Stone of homosexuality
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