I will fight the fight for Hard Candy when we get around to it...
It's you and me against the world, Itty.
But about the album. Honestly, I've listened to it quite a bit since Thursday, and I'm finding I don't have all that much to say about it. It's the album that started a legacy, and while I used to regard it as one of my favorites from Madonna, I now give it all the respect due, but see it as right in the middle of the pack.
The twinkling that opens Lucky Star kicks off three and a half minutes of pure euphoria. It's not the best song, not even the best single, but it manages to encapsulate an energy that has proven ageless. It's quite good, showcasing Madonna's chipmunk-pitched vocals that were eventually discarded. Personally, I wouldn't mind seeing a revival for a song or two in the future, if she still has it in her.
Overall, 'Madonna' bounces between a spectrum of emotions that all find their roots in the club. What separates this album from other club records though, is that the artist here is able to take all of those feelings and synthesize them into a wall of sound led by her voice, always in command here. I Know It pulses with anger and frustration. Holiday has a carefree bounce that wouldn't sound out of place in a club today. Think Of Me has Madonna practically snarling at her man, commanding the song to the point where the beat becomes irrelevant. Every single song has a purpose, be it joy, frivolity, weakness or seduction. But even when Everybody closes the album as the most club-ready song, it becomes apparent that the emotions aren't the core of the record. That would be Madonna, a star in the making but already a fully realized queen of the club here. It makes the album both sound like a debut but also an album that could have been delivered years down the line as well.
Back to the songs; there are some weak ones. Actually, just one in particular. Physical Attraction brims with a sexuality and seduction in its first several minutes, but by the five-minute mark, that energy has somewhat slagged, which leads me to believe that a much better song could have been created had this number been compounded to about half the time. If Everybody wasn't the sort of perfect club anthem that it is, the album may have suffered because of Physical Attraction, but instead it immediately bounces back and ends on a high note.
On the flip side, there's Burning Up, the type of song the usual artist doesn't unleash until they are a well-established radio staple. Instead, we get it on Madonna's debut, and in 2012, it's still the perfect portrait of desperation, frustration and lust that it was all those years ago. It's strength lies in the inability to really classify it as just a pop song. It's got rock and punk transfused into its heart, and it tears itself apart until that bridge that's really a mess of panting and guitars. It's the best moment on the whole record, and one that Madonna has thankfully never tried to replicate again.
So basically, I know it seems like I've talked this album up quite a bit. It's a great record, a nearly perfect one, but in a career like Madonna's, it doesn't stand alongside her best material as a whole. The concepts here are relatively basic, but so many of these ideas are part of the very fabric of her latter work, so it's nice to return to the basics, when Madonna was nothing more than a broke girl in New York City trying to snag the spotlight.
EDIT: Sorry. I guess I had more to say than I thought.