Madonna – Confessions On A Dance Floor

March 29th, 2006
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More Dancing, Less Confessing

Madonna is good. She doesn’t always produce the best music, but she certainly demands attention in every possible way. Confessions on a Dance Floor marks her musical return to a genre most of today’s pop listeners are unfamiliar with – Disco. The album has a handful of truly choice dance tunes (not unlike the entire disco era itself), the kind of dance tunes that slap you in the face and demand that your ass begin shaking immediately. But the rest of the album is repetitive enough to make you want to slap yourself in the face – just to relieve the aural pain.

ame While Madonna’s music has frequently been lost in the hubbub that surrounds her image, solid dance pop is her most reliable niche and she delivers on this album. The strongest tracks are “Hung Up” and “Sorry,” both well-crafted dance tracks that avoid the dreaded fate of excess repetition or childlike songwriting. But then there are weak songs that drag down the entire energy of the album. Lourdes could have written “I Love New York” which includes the laughable lyrics “Other cities always make me mad/Other places always make me sad.”

ame Confessions on a Dance Floor isn’t as arresting as, say, almost any track off of M.I.A.’s album Arular. But don’t forget, Madonna is old. Old enough to get a hernia from dancing. She’s been at this a long time; sometimes her experience wins and she crafts a solid piece of work such as “Hung Up.” Other times her music is less funky, and more perfunctory. Add this album to your playlists on a track by track basis, there’s no need to hear all her confessions.

By Kate Dunphy Posted in Reviews



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