While I know the new, muscled exoskeleton Madonna is making crowds sweat on her new (reportedly pretty fantastic) show, I can't help it, maybe I'm just a crotchety old lady, but I likes my Madonna chubby and in fingerless gloves.
I admire the woman's stamina and ability to reinvent herself, but despite a few catchy tunes, she just hasn't moved me for about ten years.
All the allure she held for me is pretty well contained in Madonna, her first album. It may not be as high fi and professional as more current albums and can even dip into the territory of Betty boop pop that she tends to love to do (see “I Know It“), but with songs like “Borderline” and “Lucky Star“, this album is one dynamite package.
Just listen to “Burning Up” again, and try not to feel elated.