Stitch that

Stitch that

In a freak dishwashing accident, I slashed my hand with a glass tumbler last night. That’s a photee of it ->

It didn’t look great when it happened or when blood was splashing off the kitchen floor. It didn’t look that good when I was clutching a bloodied tea towel to it while I waited for my brother in law to take me to casualty. Then nurse Debbie at Stirling Infirmary was good enough to clean it up and fasten some paper twist-sticks to it and for a moment, it looked alright. Some seepage later, and it looks a bit tinky. God knows what it’ll look like four days from now when I can finally unpeel it.

So maybe it’s the loss of blood or the fact that my right hand is looking a bit trailer-trash. Either way, I was right in the mood to have a sneaky listen to the new Britney Spears album — Circus.

And I have to say, it’s a super pop record.

It starts brightly with the Womanizer single that flirts between catchy and downright repetative but comes to rest in the former camp.

And you could be forgiven that this was the level the whole record would be pitched at, and if that had been the case, I wouldn’t have been complaining too much. After all, Britney excels at the bubblegum, throwaway end of the market.

Next up, though, is the title-track. There’s only two types of people in the world, Britney sings. The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe. Well baby I’m a put-on-a-show kinda girl. Understatement of the year, perhaps, but it shows a certain self-awareness that perhaps lends itself to a more sophisticated record.

Thematically, there are circus / carnival influences and the lyrics — while I doubt they came within sniffing distance of Ms Spears’s biro — serve as almost a catalogue of her ups and downs over the past months and years. So there are attacks on the paps (Kill The Lights), melancholy bairn appreciation (My Baby) but most interestingly, a journey into the detached state of mind belonging to someone with everything in the world except something to lose (Shattered Glass, Blur, and the best track on the album, If U Seek Amy).

Which brings me to that pick of the bunch. There’s a play on words hidden — maybe not hidden … maybe covered with a few leaves — in this song and once you hear it, you can’t not hear it. All of the boys and all of the girls are beggin to if u seek Amy, she sings.

All in all, she makes a good point.