Britney Spears was never intended to be a critical darling. But her boy-crazy pop songs filled with sexual innuendo and silly “who me?” faux innocence managed to win over the crankiest music writer all those years ago when she wasn’t legal. She was a guilt-free pleasure.
Well that’s all gone out the window with her eighth album Britney Jean . Described by Brit as her “most personal record” and rumoured to be a sequel to 2007’s wonderful Blackout the album is a complete disappointment. And we have one person to blame for this: Will.i.am. Yeah that guy.
Serving as executive producer Will.i.am’s reverse Midas touch reduces most of the album to emotionally dead auto-tuned EDM bangers — one co-produced by the king of that shit David Guetta. While the intimate “Perfume” is i.am’s only triumph William Orbit’s wonderfully minimal “Alien” and the Diplo/Katy Perry-written joint “Passenger” proves the potential was there just blown.
And with Britney Jean being such an irrefutable misstep we the music writers now have to put our cranky pants back on because there is no way to deny this is the hugest of turds.