The 2007 is the year of "Blackout," yet another album that is supposed to mark the "grand style" comeback of our "little" Britney to the commercial "music" scene and of course another attempt by record labels to cash in a few more "pennies".
This time, though, it didn’t go well at all: on YouTube certain videos of her performance at the MVA appear, which have shown us the absolute ugliness of a crude woman, who eats junk food, who snores while she sleeps, who smokes like a chimney, and who shows a certain dislike for underwear, a person forced to act for years under the instruction of major managers to build a false image, obviously for commercial purposes.
After all, we all know (or rather, those with a bit of brains know) that ex-Mrs. Federline is one of many commercial products, who shone in the past with her little songs that drove kids around the world crazy, which were admittedly written specifically to attract the masses as much as possible. After all, most people listen to music for "light entertainment." Record labels are good at exploiting the catchiness of "music" by combining it with the initial image of an innocent, sunny, smiling, and above all "VIRGIN" girl, subsequently a "sexy-star" which in short we could simply describe with one word: slut.
Yes, she is one of the "singers" who has an incredible number of fans worldwide, but even today I can't understand her usefulness in the music field, unless it's a commercial gimmick for record labels. Every so often I wonder: "Britney, what the hell are you doing in the world!?". Britney's little songs are not that different from others, technically there is nothing to appreciate, in fact, there's only disdain, her voice has always been unlistenable (you will understand why I always put certain words in quotes), there isn’t a single song that I liked because none of them are complex, engaging, and are devoid of any technique.
I didn't know that reviewing an album from a "pop" "singer" would be so difficult, especially because the tracks don't last more than 5 minutes, but they are so banal that, for me, every single note represents the most unbearable boredom. One of the few things I notice is that there seems to be an attempt to return to the times of "Baby...One More Time" in terms of vocal setting in some little songs, while there are pieces where she tries to change the vocal timbre, getting very slightly closer to that of her colleague Aguilera, while the rest, to my ears, are only a series of pants and whispers.
The album opens with "Gimme More," a deadly bore that was already enough for me not to listen to the subsequent tracks, that "gimme more" repeats ad nauseam, at this point I just remind you that the entire CD will continue with these banal, simple, and catchy choruses.
I’ll leave you the translation of the lyrics of "Pierce Of Me," which will probably be a preemptive response to my review from Spears' side:
I’m Miss "American Dream"
since I was 17
it doesn’t matter if I’m on the scene
or sneak away to the Philippines
the tabloids still have shots of my ass
do you want a piece of me? do you want a piece of me?
I’m Miss "bad media karma"
another day, another drama
guess I can’t see the harm
in working and being a mama
and with a kid on my arm
I’m still an exception
and everybody wants a piece of me
I’m Mrs. "Lifestyles of the rich and famous"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "oh my God, that Britney’s shameless!"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "extra, extra! this just in!"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "she’s too big, now she’s too thin"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "you want a piece of me?"
trying and pissing me off
well some paparazzi’s
gonna put me under the law
hoping I’ll resort to some havoc
ending up settling in court
now are you sure you want a piece of me?
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "more likely to turn up in chief of sales
for stripping down on the streets"
when I’m shopping for things, no, really
you’re teasing me?
causing panic in the industry
I mean, please,
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "Lifestyles of the rich and famous"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "oh my God, that Britney’s shameless!"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "extra, extra! it’s hot news!"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "she’s too big, now she’s too thin"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Miss "American Dream"
since I was 17
it doesn’t matter if I’m on the scene
or sneak away to the Philippines
the tabloids still have shots of my ass
do you want a piece of me? do you want a piece of me?
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "Lifestyles of the rich and famous"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "oh my God, that Britney’s shameless!"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "extra, extra! this just in!"
you want a piece of me?
I’m Mrs. "she’s too big, now she’s too thin"
you want a piece of me? (x2)
oh yeah, you want a piece of me...
Now, let me insert "Mandylion" by The Gathering" into my CD player, I believe it is great for purifying it...
Blackout is an innovative album, perhaps the most innovative of the last decade.
Listening to it again I discovered new emotions that I had never felt before.