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Release Date: 12/02/2008
With its title,
Circus nods knowingly at the madhouse that is
Britney Spears' life, acknowledging that things got a little rough after the release of 2007's
Blackout. It's no secret that
Blackout's launch didn't go as planned: the furor surrounding her stumbling
VMA lip-sync of
"Gimme More" was eclipsed by her institutionalization -- a drama played out live on TV, as so much of her life is -- and the loss of custody of her two young boys to ex-husband
Kevin Federline, all of which pushed
Blackout far, far to the background.
Britney herself didn't exactly seem engaged on
Blackout -- it was a club album, a producer's showcase, so it didn't matter if
Spears didn't give herself over completely as the behind-the-boards team carried her through. That distance combined with her troubles did give
Britney the appearance of losing control completely, and the best way for a pop star to right herself is through image -- hence
Circus, a friendly remake of the hedonistic
Blackout that posits that all is better with
Brit-Brit now, thank you. If
Blackout was a producers' album,
Circus is a handlers' album, intent on sweeping away any recent unpleasantness -- the only acknowledgement is that title -- and acting like nothing ever happened, imagining that this is still a world where
Britney remains envied and desired, where she can be dolled up as a gauzy
Farrah Fawcett pinup on her album cover, where she can sing a drippy ballad about
"My Baby" and have nobody raise an eyebrow. She can get away with the former with a bit more ease than the latter if only because all the time, effort, and money is poured into the club tracks, such as the thumping, stuttering first single
"Womanizer" and its better, the relentless
"Kill the Lights," so sleek and sexy it winds up diminishing the rest of the record.
"Kill the Lights" may be exceptional, one of
Britney's best-ever singles, but it also doesn't have much competition here: it's one of a handful of tracks that follow through on
Blackout, while the rest of
Circus plays it safe, never hitting the beats hard enough to alienate a pop audience but perhaps layering on a bit too much saccharine for dance fans. It's careful and considered, right down to the single-entendre
"If U Seek Amy," a
Katy Perry-styled exercise in crass commercial carnality that is at once the best and worst song here. Best because
Max Martin once again works his undeniable pop magic, turning this into a trashy stomper that feels inevitable and eternal, working against any sense of taste or decorum, something that the lyrics work overtime to undercut as they insist that all the boys and all the girls still want to F, U...well, spell it and you'll get the picture, and if you don't,
Britney's elocution will paint it for you. This sexy strut doesn't work not because
Spears' desirability took a nosedive in the five years since
In the Zone -- although it did -- but because
Britney's sexiness never was this explicit; she teased and hinted, at least in her music, and it feels wrong to have her be so nakedly vulgar here. Still, it was a necessary move, a way to stir up headlines and perhaps snatch the tabloid tiara from
Katy's head, but the rest of the record doesn't follow through as it resorts
Spears' standard formula: a couple of great dance singles, a couple of pretty good chillout cuts (best being
Bloodshy & Avant's
"Unusual You"), a couple of not-good-at-all ballads, and a whole bunch of stuff in the middle. If she feels marginally more connected here than she did on
Blackout, it's a Pyrrhic victory, as
Circus never feels as sleek or addictive as its predecessor.
~Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide
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