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Label:
Warner Bros / Wea Click
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Apparently there's nothing
in Kabbalah that disallows sweaty, head-spinningly good dance music,
because here comes a flame-haired Madonna hawking a dozen songs' worth:
Confessions on a Dance Floor darts seamlessly from Madge's early days,
when she emerged as the genre's enduring darling, through the political,
kiddie, and acoustic pap that drove a wedge between her and early adopters
of the fingerless glove look. Songs like the pop-leaning "Jump"
and first single "Hung Up"--an adrenaline drip on high that,
like many of these tracks, will inspire mild shame among those who've
thrilled to the much thinner disco-dusted outpourings of younger divas
recently--represent both a return to form and an unmistakable march
into the future. "Get Together" is a sonic freak-out in the
best sense; "Push" traffics in gut-level futuristic trance;
and "Forbidden Love" loops in '80s blips and bleeps for a
follow-me-into-the-past effect that's both neo and retro. For all the
image-affirming innovations here, though, these confessions find Madonna
framed in her share of reflective moments too. "Was it all worth
it/How did I earn it?" she asks on "How High," a song
featuring vocoder. "Nobody's perfect/I guess I deserve it,"
comes the answer. A later lyrical inquiry is left for the listener to
judge: "Does this get any better?" Madonna wants to know.
But that opens the door to a dizzying proposition. Few of us would have
guessed, after all, that it got this good. --Tammy La Gorce |
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