There goes Britney's voice
So Britney Spears can’t sing? Quelle surprise, as the French say.The leak of a dull, flat, wobbly vocal exposed as utterly inept without the aid of autotune is just the latest opportunity to mock her minimal musical ability, as if that was even a consideration in a contemporary pop career. But if you have been paying any attention to the career of Spears at all, you would know by now that she can’t really sing, can’t dance and often can’t be bothered even making an effort to pretend otherwise.
Personally, I think Britney is the very worst kind of modern pop star, which is, of course, part of what makes her so fascinating. She is not famous for any particular charisma or talent, she is famous for being sexual jailbait who made a very public transition from cherubic Mickey Mouse Club starlet to provocative schoolgirl fantasy figure with the video for her 1999 hit single ‘ … Baby One More Time’. She was the Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus of her time, a teen crush who also fed dark adult desires, promoting an American dream of apple pie chastity whilst performing risqué songs with revealing costumes and dance moves, the latest incarnation of a bizarre cultural fascination with the virgin whore. She achieved such an incredible degree of fame in the early 21th Century (she has sold over 100 million records worldwide) that her career since has been one long public burn-out, a fairly standard pop soap opera narrative of extreme fame exposing family dysfunction, romantic disasters, drug addiction, weight problems, depression, breakdown, recovery and comeback.
She has, along the way, made some absolutely fantastic pop records [Didact: I beg to differ], punchy, plastic, shiny assertions of identity packed with ear-catching hooks, each essentially the creation of top backroom writer-production teams cynically playing with the public image of the star and delivered by Spears with a kind of robotic blankness then tarted-up with slick, big-budget soft-porn videos.