Madonna, Confessions On A Dance Floor
Warner Bros., 2005
This winter will be filled with sure-to-be-disastrous releases from pop
artists like Lindsey Lohan, Eminem and Jamie Foxx but Madonna was the
first to kick off the holiday season with a fiery train wreck called
Confessions On A Dance Floor.
It’s obvious that Madonna (aka Esther as of last year) has been
frequenting European dance clubs for the last few years thinking that
the Euro-Techno is still cool. In reality, it went out with Kylie
Minogue’s Fever and any faith held in western Europe’s taste in music.
After my third attempt to wade through the flaming wreckage of
Confessions On A Dance Floor, it became apparent that aside from Spike
Stent’s clean production there are no survivors here.
you make it past the French speak of “Sorry” and the religious
undercurrents of “Future Lover,” surely “I Love New York” will have you
thinking that Madonna is actively damaging to society as. “If you don’t
like my attitude then you can F off/ just go to Texas/ isn’t that where
they golf?” What?
least it’s comforting to know that even Madonna’s husband and British
director Guy Ritchie thought it was fit for a toilet. The glory days are
gone, Madge Why can’t you confess that on a dance floor?