Back in the 1930s, audiences flocked to movie theatres to watch harmless, fluffy movie musicals featuring startlets like Shirley Temple, who distracted them from the misery of the depression. And now, we've KIND OF come full-circle, only now we have listeners with ipods and MTV, and megastars like Lady Gaga, to remind us to have fun and "Just Dance".
Lady Gaga's debut is stunning fun and also shamelessly excessive; Gaga claims that she's "addicted to a life of material" in the title track; liquor bottles, Cadillacs, models, porn, riches... you name it; all of life's finest things are on display in the song, and it couldn't be more delicious to listen to. The whole album is this way; whether singing about men, partying, dancing, money, or self-display, it is mainstream at its most narcissistic. It almost ventures into the ironic and self-parodic which is what makes the record so ingenious.
So often, dance divas emerge and become big superstars but have little or no talent at all, and love or hate her, you have to always remember that's NOT the case here; Lady Gaga has a TON of talent; she can write a fantastic song and sing it like there's no tomorrow. And if there actually was no tomorrow, I would spend my last night dancing to this record.