few days ago that I have thought of writing about Japan, or Big Brother, or Luis Miguel, or something like that, but no.
There is something more urgent.
The day before was leaked "Femme Fatale", Britney's new album, had just finished watching the first season of Dollhouse. Now I have the second season to see, but I'm hoping one day that has nothing to do, so I look a jerk (yes, I hooked a lot from this series.)
The plot of the show is half fart, is a company that is responsible for giving their customers (all people very, very rich) a person with the features you want. For example, if I want a guy who likes Tori, who knows how to cook, you like Von Trier's movies, have fun watching Eurovision and love me honestly, with only a few seconds in a chair I get brain washing the bun as such I ask.
have a stock of people who volunteered for such work: every day they will erase the memory and implant a new personality, according to taste and customer piacere.
Well, "Femme Fatale" is just that hard fact. Britney
could never sing. Always handled in a range of one octave, never made anything resembling a vocal acrobatics to Mariah Carey, and could not find a trace of emotion in his expression. Suddenly
on this disc can do that. Better: Britney still can not do anything about it, but now his voice is more computerized and it seems that NASA does.
But of course, the whole album is pure special effects.
will not find even a trace of humanity in this album. There is not one song where you hear the voice of Britney clean, it is always processed, cut, crushed, compressed, distorted, multiplied, or simply put in a catchy loop. "Till the world ends," the first song, is just a sample of what's next: The bridge is over autotune the entire discography of Madonna, and the chorus is a football fan "oooh oooh Uoooh" where Britney left him voice so thick that it seems the Rafa Dizeo directly.
We are assuming that at some point Britney recorded some of what you hear, but you may not. He is so robotic at times hard to understand what the hell is saying, where he allegedly said "I Can Be The treble baby, You Can Be The bass actually sounds like" I Can Be The trouble baby, You Can Be the base. " In "Inside out" the verses are accelerated, which makes metal and Britney's voice even more finite, and if you do not have the handwriting does not understand what he says. "(Drop Dead) Beautiful" is great, especially since Britney repeated the refrain as if it were an ATM.
Not everything is a credit to Britney.
No, wait, sent me any. Nothing in this record is a credit to Britney.
producers made use and abuse not only of autotune, but processors, samplers and bass are everywhere and you will fly head. Interestingly, the album loses a lot of strength if you listen with speakers, with headphones you can find all the things that are scattered everywhere, and in the process will take about hammering on both ears. The sampling that armed with gemiditos of Britney on "How I roll" is a gem, plus a piano notes rains lasting two or three bars. "Criminal" is a "pipe? it sounds old, and arrangements will take you instantly to a bowling alley at the time of Bonanza.
Not that Britney has ever sung songs with deep lyrics or intelligent (except for "Piece of me", which is a very well done fuck you), but "Femme Fatale" is single-minded as could be: to dance and take, dance and catch, dancing and catching. Nothing more. Not that bothered to hide or find a funny side as in "If you seek Amy." Drama does not have to ask a stupid GARCH whatsoever that night and give your hose and gasoline gets hot like a machine. Chapter
basureo deserves the language. If a line is too short, they put in the middle and make a little noise from the bar well. If you can not think of a verse, then repeat a word or a few syllables, even if they do not make sense (in "I want to go," says "lably, lably, lably" a few times, for example).
was probably unconscious, but "Femme Fatale" is the clearest example of what pop stars are today: people objectified, made available an arsenal of producers to become what they want, not just in words but in his voice. Completely erased types Britney and gave us this robot sex murderer who shoots with his seven hundred thousand voices. And how crazy is that it does not bother us, we will continue using this product hyper manufactured with the face of a girl who can neither speak for itself.
But so what will bother us, if there are songs like "I want to go, made the best pop song since" Toxic "that chance ... oh Britney also.
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