I suppose it’s Lady GaGa’s year. Not that I’ve been completely suckered, but there’s something refreshing about how her slavishly marketed, focus-grouped quirks buck the system and… Oh, I see. Still, in the current climate she looks like a one-off and she’s not conventionally attractive, nor does she seems to give much of a hoot what she says – so if this is the new breed of major label diva, make mine a small one with a flaming bra.
Sorry, the music. For songs that have been battered to death every day for the full 365, GaGa’s singles hold up admirably (must be the flaming bra), but original breakthrough “Just Dance” is the one. It has flow and – what shall we call them? – STENTORIAN synths. Junior prefers ‘Paparazzi’, but is delighted we’re playing GaGa at all. “I LOVE Lady GaGa,” she gasps, and gazes adoringly at her blank, sunglassed visage.