Music Is My Weapon

I figured while Brad is taking us into the depths of music, I would talk about pop culture music. Today's roast: Madonna.

Apparently there's nothing in the Kabbalah that disallows sweaty, head-spinningly good dance music, because here comes a flame-haired Madonna hawking a dozen songs' worth: Confessions on a Dance Floor darts seamlessly from her early days, when she emerged as the genre's enduring darling, through the political, kiddie, and acoustic pap that drove a wedge between her and early adopters of the fingerless glove look. While 2003's American Life was lambasted, Madonna she was in dire need of a new direction. What critics adored about Ray Of Light, they found pretentious and boring in American Life. So Madonna did something a lot of longtime fans have been secretly wishing from her but figuring would never happen... she's gone back to her roots. In Confessions of a Dance Floor, Madonna returns unapologetically to her roots. A stunning blend of musical styles with one foot in early disco and the other pointed toward the future, Confessions On A Dance Floor "is all about having a good time straight through and non-stop," says the Material Mom, who co-wrote and co-produced every track. For Madonna and music fans everywhere, the all-dance, no-ballad Confessions on a Dance Floor is a welcome guilty pleasure.