Born This Way is the sophomore studio album by American singer-songwriter Lady Gaga, released on May 23, 2011 by Interscope Records. The album is a follow-up to her internationally successful debut album The Fame (2008) and the repackaged version of The Fame/EP The Fame Monster (2009). As co-producer of every track on the album, Gaga collaborated with numerous producers, including RedOne and Fernando Garibay, with whom she had previously worked, and newcomers such as DJ Snake, DJ White Shadow, Jeppe Laursen, Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Clinton Sparks. She also included artists like E Street Band saxophonist Clarence Clemons and Read more on Last.fm.
Maybe not the best but is different from other pop albums !
I fucking caved. I went against all my prior instincts and gave this record a second spin. Dear God, I have no excuse. This album is good. Help me God. I can’t love mindless pop from the 80;s, hello Hall And Oates, and continue to degrade this girl. It’s George Micheal on an Elton John binge. Fuck me.
We’ve been bruised and raped so much as listeners and critics that we’re actually reviewing this garbage pale lung butter. The idiotic notion that anything about this day glo half ass comes close to being original is quite possibly the most mentally retarded conclusion a human being could come to. This is a poor mans Madonna…and Madonna was a poor mans whore in the first place. Drop a dime, kill yourself and let’s end this.
Another saccharine pseudo-inspiration for the uninspired; another storefront sale item I’m waiting patiently for time to pass by. I can appreciate complex ideals in an artist, but somehow, equally-championed Club-Pop Vapidqueen and Voice of a Disenfranchised Youth crowns lie heavily when on the same head. Whatever. I love pop music, but I just cannot bring myself to get into this … whatever “this” is.
It’s a good pop record, but lacks brevity.
One of my favourite albums by far, very soulful
Bueno pero no glorioso (como parece ser todo lo que le piden a esta señora últimamente)
This album is not good. And I liked the last few Lady Gaga records. I’m all for nonsensical pop music, especially when it carries with it some sort of artistic edge, as the last few Gaga records have. The problem here is that instead of focusing on pop art, Lady Gaga has taken it upon herself to be the voice of some disenfranchised youth generation. The problem with THAT is that as a bazillionaire pop princess, one finds it difficult to be a disenfranchised youth. It’s a noble cause, but executed pretty poorly. You can tell from the first single that the pizazz that made the first few Gaga records what they were is missing. The songs are largely boring, choosing to “empower” rather than entertain.
In short, Lady Gaga as a pop star was better when she didn’t care, and these songs were better when Madonna sang them in the 80s.
The first time I played this album, I must admit I found myself laughing out loud, but not for the reasons you might think. I was laughing not because “Born This Way” is a bad album, but at the sheer madness that jumped out at me from my speakers. For all her talk of being a freak, Lady Gaga never quite lived up to it in my eyes before this album. Sure, her music videos and fashion choices were bizarre, but the music itself, while still top-notch pop, wasn’t as kooky as she and her fans wanted to believe. With this, her second full-length album, Gaga has finally lived up to her own hype. On “Hair,” she pays tribute to Phil Spector and girl-groups with an utterly ridiculous chorus, culminating in her wailing, “I’m as free as my hair!” Then there’s “Highway Unicorn (Road to Love),” which channels Pat Benatar and Bruce Springsteen and is every bit as bombastic, gloriously cheesy and exhilarating as the title implies. “Americano” finds Gaga falling in love with a illegal immigrant who’s on the run from the law – and who also happens to be a lesbian, thereby slamming anti-gay bigots and anti-DREAM Act politicians in one fell swoop. And, of course, Gaga’s completely unironic embracing of cheesy ’80s power-ballads with “Yoü and I.” Even the album cover is ridiculous: Gaga looks ferociously at the camera, her body morphed into a motorcycle, with violently red lipstick and thick black eye makeup, as if she’s saying “I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of me.” Although “Born This Way” is purportedly an anthem for all of her fans who feel like outcasts, I have a strong suspicion it also doubles as Gaga’s fuck-you anthem to her naysayers. I don’t foresee any of her pop music peers coming up with something as powerful, as fierce, as unapologetic and as wildly creative as this.