Lady gaga born this way album review

Lady Gaga is the greatest thing that Planet Pop in could ever want. She’s a wise-beyond-her-years phenomenon who’s taken everything that has gone before and cast it into press-stopping new shapes – the fright wig on top, merely a bonus.

She’s so far above her chart contemporaries that she’s created her own orbit, around her own world.

Lady gaga born this way album

You’re all welcome here, whoever you are. What you take from it is your own business.

It’s probably best to ignore the questionable cover imagery of her third album (or second, depending on your definition of what The Fame Monster was) and focus on the actual music.

What’s delivered is a high-octane blend of nods to cheesy Euro-rave (hints of Sash!, Human Resource and Rozalla) and the rock of Springsteen, Judas Priest and Queen. Add a smidgeon of electroclash (Chicks on Speed, Peaches) and giant choruses comparable to ABBA and Ace of Base, and it’s clear the