With little else to do during this lockdown, I’ve had the opportunity to properly revisit one of my favourite albums of all time, Confessions On A Dance Floor. Look, arts content has been fucking starved during the quarantine – there isn’t shit happening outside of Netflix and I’m trying my best to not delve into yet another piece about Showgirls before the one I have planned for September. So either help me, or pray for me 🙁
Confessions is the last truly great Madonna album, before Baba Yaga kinda lost it and became more filler than human being, even if she could bench press a mountain. However, I hadn’t listened to it in full in probably two or three years, even if it is pretty short at just 13 tracks. I think the last time I listened to this masterpiece in full was when I sincerely tried to learn the mirror choreography from the “Hung Up” music video, and I pulled a muscle during the part where she drags her cooch on the gym floor. It is what it is.
That’s the power of the song – it & “Sorry” tap into the ABBA Renaissance well before Mamma Mia, and they still hold up. “Isaac” is what Lady Gaga’s “Aura” wishes it could be. However, it’s the album tracks where the club bangers really come into prominence; “Forbidden Love” and “Let It Will Be” are the same drink at Tallulah’s, just at different stages of the sip. One’s when the shared gigantic glass first hits, and the other is when you’re totally feeling the pineapple atmosphere.
8.5/10: Lockdown goes by… so slowly…
