So they're a duo of sorts now, albeit an unlikely one: carnal producers' canvas Britney Spears (pictured) and extraterrestrial freakshow femcee Nicki Minaj. Pop has seen stranger bedfellows than this, but the thought of a combined spectacle dedicated to Spears's waning tabloid sleaze, Minaj's still-fresh schizo rhymes, and some weird hybrid of the two is almost too much to bear, a cornucopia of pulsating, irradiated puke. Think about it too hard and... More >>>