Having been released in 2008, by all standards of the laws of disposable pop music, The Fame\u2019s <\/i>limelight shelf-life <\/i>should have well and truly expired by now. I was introduced to Lady Gaga by a friend of mine who ensures The Fame<\/i> is maintained as part of constant rotation, and seeing as that the album has as many hooks as the early days of John West, it gradually caught on. And, unfortunately, in the process, has become a Pavlov\u2019s bell signalling cravings for a night out. <\/p>\n
Stefani Germanotta (see Jonathan Ross, she wasn\u2019t afflicted with a prepared stage name from birth, and all it took was a minute amount of Googling) took her stage name as a result of her music\u2019s resemblance to Queen. If someone could point me in the direction as to how on this one, I would be much obliged. Musically, there\u2019s really no correlation, so as an intro that was fairly misleading. <\/p>\n
It\u2019s said that regardless of content, the longer an argument is the more persuasive it\u2019s found to be. With The Fame<\/i>, you get the feeling that as an album rounded off with an unfathomable seventeen songs that it\u2019s just begging for substantiation. In that way, the quality is bound to suffer on some level, and the lyrics are first against the wall \u2013 \u201cBoys, boys, boys, we like boys in cars \/ Boys, boys, boys, buy us drinks in bars,\u201d taken from the aptly titled \u201cBoys, Boys, Boys,\u201d must be taking the lyrical piss. Either that or I have managed to severely overestimate my entire gender. I wasn\u2019t expecting any revolutionary ideas to be spewed forth from The Fame<\/i>, <\/i>but some consistent mediocrity on this front wouldn\u2019t have gone amiss either.<\/p>\n
\u201cPoker Face\u201d and \u201cJust Dance,\u201d the most recognisable singles taken from Gaga\u2019s debut, have that over-synthed quality that makes them work well as a radio pop song. The vocals seem flat and come across more simplistic and teched than they could be. The third single taken from The Fame,<\/i> \u201cPaparazzi,\u201d is probably where the album reaches its peak. The melody catches on pretty quick, but that\u2019s pretty much all the charm on offer. Overall, the tone of the album skirts back and forth between being something laidback and summery and trying to be ostentatiously shocking, and fully accomplishes neither. <\/p>\n
But apparently, Lady Gaga is not just another fluff artist to be disposed of. This is calculated fluff. Fluff with a plan. What sets her apart from any other pop outfit that could have potentially released this album is the fame obsessed space-cadet Andy Warhol meets David Bowie persona that she\u2019s established to sell alongside it. It\u2019s an artist caricature that she has thoroughly orchestrated and engineered all the way from persona to performance. And similar to Warhol, it\u2019s sickeningly grating, but it keeps you watching to see what happens next.<\/p>\n
A quick sweep of YouTube led me to find some acoustic versions of Lady Gaga\u2019s material, including a stripped-down playful and bluesy version of \u201cPoker Face\u201d that exhibited talent far better than the attempted flashiness of The Fame<\/i> could, leading you to wonder if a far better album could have been made here. Germanotta can sing, but it\u2019s something that is grossly disguised behind production. At times, the album attempts to showcase this with songs like \u201cAgain, Again\u201d and \u201cBrown Eyes,\u201d but always seems to recoil before it gets anywhere too near the region of being an entirely decent song. <\/p>\n
So as it stands, The Fame<\/i> works well as a static background play, something fun and a break from the serious if you\u2019re not up to hunting down a better alternative. But when taken out of the context of socializing and under the harsh light of close examination, there\u2019s just too many cracks that appear for it to hold up as a decent album. Easy listening, but at a distance. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":72,"featured_media":30043,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"artist":[8455],"rating":[11204],"class_list":["post-41676","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-lady-gaga","rating-rating-c-minus"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/41676","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/72"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41676"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/41676\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/30043"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41676"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=41676"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=41676"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}