Femme Fatale, an album of hypnotic dance tracks from this generation’s original sex kitten, has a cozy landing among the auto-tuned, attitude-struck, unashamed pop vixens of today. Essentially, the quality of the album has everything to do with the perspective with which you approach Britney Spears. If you can’t get past the vacancy of Spears’ presence or lack of introspection, Femme Fatale is not going to change your mind about the pop star. But, frankly, Britney is doing a fine job of what she does best. She purrs flirtatiously and proclaims bold desires with the precision of someone who has spent the past ten years perfecting her ability to tease with every syllable. What the album lacks in originality, it makes for in rhythmic seduction. Femme Fatale slides into mainstream circulation with as much provocative delivery as her most recent full length release, Circus, but the reception’s strength threatens to quiver because this time around, we aren’t hoping for her to succeed; we’re expecting her to.

When our space-children are learning from their teach-pods about this 21st century phenomenon known as “indie”, I’m sure one of the more enduring tales will be of the rock musicians Death Cab For Cutie. Although many incorrectly attribute their success to “sell-out” status, Plans only landed via Atlantic Records when Gibbard had deemed the band’s success at an appropriate level to maintain creative freedoms. Thus today’s song, “You Are A Tourist”, off the forthcoming LP Codes and Keys, represents an evolution of Death Cab steered only by the original drive behind the band. That being said, you could probably write a better imitation of a Death Cab song (but you’ll never recreate that iconic Gibbard croon). Check it out below.

Although Adele’s sophomore album has been knocked off the top spot during its fourth week on the U.S. charts, the 21 LP remains number one in Britain, a position it has now held for eight weeks. If the album remains there by Sunday, it will be the ninth consecutive week that 21 has remained number one on the U.K. charts, placing Adele in the company of history-making acts such as Madonna and The Beatles.

The Daily (Rupert Murdoch’s iPad newspaper) has a few heavy hitters on its music team, like the indelible Sasha Frere Jones (of The New Yorker) and Zach Baron, formally of The Village Voice. The hive music mind can come up with anything, including this graphic breaking down the many intricacies of everyone’s favorite band.

Shocked that “shizophrenia” isn’t in there, even once!

lady gaga on google talks:

Google Talks has uploaded yesterday’s interview with Lady Gaga, in which they discuss her career and showcase the presence of her music and shoulder pads in our world. Though the video begins with a somewhat cheesy internet montage pulsating to “Just Dance”, it quickly becomes admittedly impressive as it reviews the alarming impact of Lady Gaga’s fame. We are taken through the ever-rising number of hits her music videos have received, shown photos of her endless array of bizarre outfits, and presented combined YouTube clips of her song covers, including the video of Greyson Chance singing “Paparazzi”, which single handedly shot the then twelve-year-old boy to fame. Greyson Chance, who has a surprising amount of talent for his modest demeanor and young age, now is an artist in his own right all thanks to his cover of her song. This is the perfect example to remind us just how much of an effect the girl once known as Stefani Germanotta has made, and is further dissected in this Google Talks interview with the Lady herself…

album review: the strokes

Angles is less of a Strokes record and more of a compilation of their solo ambitions with the original lineup supporting each member, but so what? The five rich kids from New York City never really said anything too complicated in their sex-and-boredom opus Is This It, so why expect it ten years later when they have money and no incentive to impress? Back then they wrote fun songs and didn’t care, and they were called a scrappy bunch of geniuses who reinvented rock n’ roll. Today, their trademark indifference is met with the post-Kid A snark of pens scratching out their street cred. Julian “phones it in”, the lyrics are “simple” and “tired”. Have any of you even listened to Is This It? The beauty of lines like “Last night/she said/oh baby I feel so fine” is that they don’t need to mean anything but “we drink a lot” and “f*ck you”. Angles isn’t brilliant or game-changing, but it’s a hell of a lot more fun than most uber-famous rock bands are after four albums of hating each other…

late night: rebecca black

On Tuesday, The Tonight Show With Jay Leno received a visit from Rebecca Black, the girl who has dominated YouTube, Twitter, and your nightmares for the past week thanks to her music video, “Friday”. Unless you have never been introduced to the internet, you have probably seen or at least heard of the song that contemplates life’s difficult challenges, such as which car seat to choose, and masters lyrical excellence by rhyming “bowl” with “cereal”. Take a look at Black’s appearance on Leno to watch her discuss this sudden fame, smile a lot, and end her sentences with high pitched hilarity the way all thirteen year old girls can’t seem to help doing…

Does this make Usher some sort of mad scientist? Because it supports my theory that his nickname is actually proof he is a real life Mega-Man X villain #nerdblog

Still waiting for proof that Rebecca Black is an alien from the future come to dilute our intelligence for when her people invade, starring John Cusack and Megan Fox.

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In the grand tradition of BBC Radio One premieres, Zane Lowe dropped another track off Fleet Foxes forthcoming Hopelessness Blues. “Battery Kinzie” reinforces our suspicions that yes, this record will sound a lot like Fleet Foxes have always sounded; pastoral and floaty and mountain-y.

The comparison alone is irreverent, but maybe it says a little about whom we idolize today. Luckily, in 1912 they were uninformed that the “kill shot” came from a tilted Glock.

Hey kids! Which of these fine fellows is a Rough Rider?