Lady Gaga
Born This Way

I have always viewed our Stefani not through the eyes of a fan, but through those of a scholar: I've always wondered where she was trying to go from 2008 to today with all these displays of glitter, choreography, and various amounts of money flushed down the toilet. While appreciating some songs from "The Fame Monster", which weren't too bad, filled with expectations I set out to listen to this new effort.

We already start off on the wrong foot: I've always quite disliked electronic music, and I've never been fond of the "tunz-tunz" beats, which negatively influenced my impressions; in addition to this, the truly trashy cover, of her looking like a blow-up doll (not to mention the other one where she's half motorcycle)... Well, let's press play.

I wish I hadn’t! Damn me for wasting time listening to this rubbish! She already expressed everything she had to say in "The Fame", where she had a dance style that back then stood out from other pop releases. But with this album, she completely sells out to the mass of preadolescent posers and unlucky wannabes of both genders, who make up roughly 70% of their fans: useless songs all identical to one another, with the same structure and rhythm, and above all, headless and tailless. Stefani! What are you doing? Surely these are not the songs that will revolutionize pop, not to mention the enormous amount of plagiarism and self-plagiarism, and it’s pointless to use some electric guitars or organs here and there: you only make things more ridiculous! I don't even feel compelled to mention this or that song: put on random play, and once you’ve heard one, you’ve heard them all.

Now there are two possibilities: either, as in Nietzsche's "The Gay Science", I am like those men who do not understand the death of God, and thus I am not yet aware of the enormous significance of the album that I don’t realize in my humble mind; or (more likely) the fans are deaf-mute and haven’t quite understood the enormous commercial sellout their idol has done. I know this review will be semi-useless. Because the one before already said it all, but 'repetita iuvant', and I felt obligated to warn the new generations of this lethal danger.

To sum up this album in a few words, I resort to a quote from a 1967 song: "Trying to impress, but feeling rather empty." (Whoever guesses the quote without cheating has my infinite respect).

P.S. Surely Brian May, since the time of Queen's absence, has really lost his mind! Collaborating on this record! Goodness me...