When it comes to partaking in pop, MDNA has easily set itself out as 2012’s go-to drug of choice.
In the end, ‘MDNA’ is a ridiculously enjoyable romp, but oddly not for the bits that are supposed to be fun.
Not unlike Born This Way, MDNA is a bit all over the place with moments of brilliance often stood right next to a hugely underwhelming counterpart.
She now sounds like a woman groping in the dark, occasionally hitting on a trick that works but still unsure of what her voice should be.
This one feels particularly hollow, the dead-eyed result of obligations, deadlines, and hedged bets.
Whereas she used to craft dizzying spectacles that were both insightful and emotional, she lays it all out here, bolds the key terms, and highlights the fluff.
It’s not exactly bad, but has about as much creativity and passion behind it as a spreadsheet.