Lady Gaga — The Fame

During a recent performance on the hot-tranny-mess of a show So You Think You Can Dance, Lady Gaga declared "pop music will never be low-brow" while wearing electronic sunglasses.

She's certainly putting that statement to the test with her debut. If you've ever seen this New York City art school brat perform, you know something is up. There's a definite air of Euro-trash dance music to her sound (which sometimes gets as poppy as the never-quite-forgotten Whigfield), and even more to her look. With big blonde wigs and a futuristic waitress/pole dancer get-up, Lady Gaga demands attention.

The Fame sounds like a Swedish dance record-via-New York and even the Lady's lyrics often sound like foreign translations (would anyone with proper language skills actually sing about jumping on someone's disco stick like she does in "Love Game"?)

As laughably bad as this album can be, it's also undeniable pure pop gold because you're left humming and dancing for days if it's been played anywhere near you.

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