Lady Gaga sucks as of… NOW. Yeah, I said it. I liked her first three releases, they were sugar and spice and everything nice. Except the monsters part. But that was kinda sorta nice-ish as well. However, this new release, which was prematurely ejaculated into our world (I’m sure the way it was released had a huge impact on the quality of the song and that a proper release would improve it 249294864%) sucks.
Yeah, I said it, teh sequel (aka part 2). It’s a dejavu for the ears (yup, there is a specific phrase for that but I had to google it so what the hell, dejavu for the ears. you had to google it as well, you liar). It sounds like a B-side from the first album. Except for the overly pretentious lyrics. So you’re an attention whore, Gaga, and you like attention and praise? Go figure, it totally took us by surprise. We never expected that from you.
I mean, OMFG is she serious? She seemed so shy.
And now she suddenly forgot how to pants and walks around naked and it’s art, suddenly. Legions of her adoring fans forget that countless (f)artists before her walked around naked and it meant nothing, it was a pubicity (sic) stunt. But now it’s totally like art and stuff rite. Walking around dressed in meat is a much powerful image than walking around as meat.
I’m officially sick of Gaga. She’s clearly out of ideas, and I’m sure her new album will be sprinkled with just enough fanshine dust to keep her alive, but it won’t be fresh like the things she did while she was hungry. For the fame, for the glory. Fame is a monster, she said it herself.