Hear Me Out: Madonna fights to keep up with the kids

Chris Azzopardi
By | 2018-01-16T03:50:24-04:00 April 12th, 2012|Entertainment|

Madonna, ‘MDNA’
No one can replace Madonna. We get it. And should we not, the queen of pop’s latest electro-romp and eighth No. 1-charting album, “MDNA,” reminds us that, despite other “reductive”-sounding acts, she’s still… well, the queen. She brags with desperate swagger about being the best on “Some Girls,” presumably defending more than her bad romance with other chicks, and gets some kiss-ass from collaborator Nicki Minaj, who basically waxes her ego’s ego. If only the songs, from pretty pathetic radio-baiters to thrilling pop-art provocation, more successfully reinforced this claim that Madonna, at 53, is still knocking ’em dead. She pushes hard – much harder than she did on 2008’s phoned-in “Hard Candy” – but the ear-sores are still abundant on the tacky pompom cheer “Give Me All Your Luvin’,” ridiculous not only for its tween-leaning silliness but Madonna’s vexing desperation to be a girl, and sacrilegious William Orbit-produced “I’m a Sinner” that, while cheeky in tone, is obvious to the point of boredom. Where she triumphs are the confessionals: “I Don’t Give A,” coolly delivered in faux-rap, doesn’t just bare her usual candidness but shares the nitty-gritty diary dirt on her divorce from Guy Ritchie; resurrecting the ABBA groove of “Hung Up” with a cool acoustic frame, “Love Spent” is a telling rumination of a flat-lining relationship. Of the two ballads, it’s the vulnerable and bereft “Falling Free” – again, suggestive of Ritchie – that sounds beautiful enough to have been a “Ray of Light” outtake (“Masterpiece” is drab throwback balladry that’s nothing to remember). The quiet introspection is offset by moments of suckering pop bliss, “Turn Up the Radio” (into her groove) and “Superstar” (a grade-school love letter), that cast Madonna as her younger self, trying to fit in with those “girls” rather than standing out from them. Hence the suggestive drug-laced album title, relentless narcissism, resistance to aging, collaborators du jour. But on “Gang Bang,” she shows us who’s boss: her boldest, most balls-out song in years, a bloodthirsty rip into an ex (wonder who that is), is a maniacal murder epic set to cinematic sound-effects of car chases and gun cocks that confirms Madonna – when she’s touting her own brand – isn’t all talk. Grade: B-

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About the Author:

Chris Azzopardi
As editor of Q Syndicate, the international LGBTQ wire service, Chris Azzopardi has interviewed a multitude of superstars, including Cher, Meryl Streep, Mariah Carey and Beyoncé. His work has also appeared in GQ, Vanity Fair and Billboard. Reach him via Twitter @chrisazzopardi.