Since playing the Fine Line last year behind a number-one single about the focusing power of a good song ("Just Dance"), Lady Gaga has toured almost nonstop, watched pop realign itself around her sense of disco, and seen every one of her six subsequent singles--you know them even if you can't name them--reach the Top 10. For anyone absorbing her out of the air, "Poker Face," "LoveGame," "Paparazzi," "Bad Romance," "Telephone," and the electro-ska "Alejandro" (with Beyoncé) might seem to be about nothing but sex or fame, or sex as fame. Which makes her tender attitude toward fans--her "little monsters," whom she describes in Rolling Stone and Vanity Fair cover profiles as her truest love--both refreshing and a little scary. Like a certain other Italian American who got her start in the Lower Manhattan art/club scene, Gaga has become synonymous with spectacle for its own sake, even as she writes music so catchy that remixers tackle her album-only tracks. If she's not yet as great as Madonna or Like a Virgin, she's also a couple years younger at the same stage, with every sign of wanting (and being able) to bring the whole world into her bubble. With Semi Precious Weapons.
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