Not long into the ceaseless promotional parade for
Born This Way,
Lady Gaga’s second full-length record and easily the most anticipated record of the 2010s, a certain sense of inevitability crept into play. It was inevitable that
Born This Way would be an escalation of
The Fame, it was inevitable that
Gaga would go where others feared to tread, it was inevitable that it would be bigger than any other record thrown down in 2011, both in its scale and success.
Gaga has taken it upon herself to filter out whatever personal details remain in her songs so she can write anthems for her Little Monsters, that ragtag group of queers, misfits, outcasts, and rough kids who she calls her own. Whatever performance art shock
Gaga had on
The Fame/
The Fame Monster has turned into pure theater. Her drama club ambition to marry rock & roll rebellion with her disco beats turns Born This Way into
Like a Prayer by way of Bat Out of Hell.
Gaga has chosen not to dig under the skin. She’s quite content to state her themes then let them be, using them as the connecting thread on an ‘80s pastiche set to a relentless Eurotrash throb. Echoes of
Whitney Houston,
Pat Benatar, and
Bruce Springsteen -- whose longtime running partner
Clarence Clemons blows sax on two songs --- can be heard throughout, but it is naturally
Madonna who is the cornerstone, giving
Gaga the “Express Yourself” melody and a pop precedent for Catholic guilt.
Lady Gaga knowingly recontextualizes the Material Girl for a post-modern collage, the sly similarities offering tangible reminders that
Gaga is the heir to the diva throne. And
Born This Way does solidify her standing as something of a pop visionary.
Gaga’s true gift is her considerable dexterity at delivering the basics. Unlike so many of her peers, she does not cut and paste her tracks digitally, she constructs from the chords up, then accessorizes at will. She doesn’t abandon this sensibility on
Born This Way, but she does take it for granted, never pushing her compositions or productions into unpredictable territory. She serves up the expected, which can be quite satisfying: “Marry the Night” glistens with a neon pulse, “Born This Way” has a giddiness to its self-importance, “Judas” turns “Alejandro” into towering gothic disco, she achieves her metal-disco fusion on “Bad Kids,” and she even shows vulnerability on “You and I.” ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine