Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Toward the end of Britney’s infectious “Gimmie More” you hear “The legendary Miss Britney Spears…” Well, if Britney were a ballroom diva this is about the time the kids would deem her legendary. However, in the mainstream celebrity world Britney is far from a legend. Whatever the case, the pop tart’s new CD Blackout proves she is "THAT BITCH!"
Yes, I know ClayCane.net is predominately urban entertainment and Britney is just funky trailer trash with bipolar, but after one listen to the former teenybopper’s new CD, I realized she brought the heat. Blackout has received some vicious reviews from Newsday, Entertainment Weekly and Billboard. Critics just cannot handle this heavily urban sound from America's princess fallen from grace—Blackout shows no remains of the “Oops!... I Did It Again” cheese ball from the ‘90’s.
Many people say if Britney had herself together this could be the biggest album of her career, but I disagree. The only reason why Blackout is such an excellent pop record is because Britney is a KFC, mayonnaise instead of mustard, white trash train wreck mess—and I love it! Brit had to be a mess to make this CD.
Blackout is Britney's equivalent to Madonna's Erotica album. Each song sounds like she was in a drug-induced, media spotlight haze. Through every gutter track I imagine Brit singing in a cigarette smoke-filled studio with half empty cans of Budweiser and cold pizza rotting on paper plates. Each song oozes with ferocious production, intoxicating rhythms and nasty beats—all by mainly unknown, urban producers.
Britney and her team delivers in songs like "Heaven On Earth" (giving me Sheena Easton teas), "Toy Solider" (very Samantha Fox), "Got Naked (I Got A Plan), which includes some interesting background vocals from what I'm assuming is an unknown black male vocalist. Blackout is so morbid you feel pulled into Britney's macabre world, almost like entertaining the mind of a serial killer like in Jennifer Lopez's movie The Cell.
In an interesting song "Piece of Me" Britney even gets a bit introspective with the lyrics. Through clenched vocals she spats: "I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous…I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless...I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in...I’m Mrs. She’s too big now she’s too thin." Britney is no Sylvia Plath, but I damn sure wasn't expecting her to use a light twist on words, even with metaphors.
Blackout is the CD Kelly Rowland, Mya, or Janet Jackson should have made. Could you imagine if Janet would have released "Gimmie More" and it started with "It's Janet, bitch!" I guarantee you that would've been a hit for Miss Jackson.
I've never been a Britney Spears fan. The few songs I liked were "I'm A Slave 4 U" and "Toxic." I've never even listened to a Britney album in full, but Blackout kept me interested through every tract. It's quite easily the best pop album of 2007.
According to Billboard.com Blackout will debut at number one. No promotion, a media trainwreck and she has even told fans to not but the album until she gets her life together…and she still debuts at number one. Some people might argue it’s because Britney is a white woman, but Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan’s album didn’t come close to number one. Britney is definitely THAT BITCH.
Labels: Reviews, WHITE CHICKS
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