If you see me walking around campus with my headphones and a somewhat paranoid look on my face, blame Britney Spears.
I’ve never been ashamed of the music on my iPod – I am, however, a little ashamed to admit that I’m a fan of Spears’ latest album, Femme Fatale.
In perhaps her third “comeback,” Spears seems to have had a subwoofer implanted into her voice box. Filled with bass heavy and electronically enhanced beats, all of the album’s tracks are ready to be played on the dance floor. “I Wanna Go,” “Till the World Ends” and “Gasoline” are all begging to be blasted in the club.
This album moves away from the more “vocal” tracks of her previous work and instead focuses on the beats.
After a somewhat disappointing lead single of “Hold it Against Me,” my expectations for the album weren’t too strong. But I stand corrected. BritBrit, please don’t hold it against me.