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Every Britney Spears Song Ranked
The world keeps counting her out, and Britney keeps coming back stronger than e'er. Then let's celebrate one of the most influential artists of the last 25 years by counting down every song she'south always done — from world-irresolute hits to under-appreciated classics to "E-Mail service My Heart."
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All hail the pop queen: It's Britney, bitch. The fable. The innovator. The one and but Mrs. Oh My God That Britney'southward Shameless. The woman who'southward built up i of the all-time dandy pop songbooks, even as the earth keeps trying to dismiss her as a fluke. It's crazy how we're nearly 25 years into the Britney Era, yet people still underrate her creative affect, because they fixate on her image or her fashion. Simply of all the gifts Britney Spears has given this planet, it'south her music that comes first.
So let'due south celebrate that music. And let'south break it down: all 170 Britney songs, counted from the bottom to the top. The hits. The obscurities. The flops. The deep cuts, B-sides, bonus tracks, covers, duets, loosies, soda commercials. Her club classics. Her radio jams. Her buried treasures. "E-mail My Eye." All of it.
As Rolling Stone's resident Britney practiced since the TRL days, I've been writing raves about her vivid music since "…Baby I More Time" was her simply vocal. I got used to people telling me how wrong I was to praise her records to the skies — hell, Britney was 1 of those people. (How she laughed at me when I told her "Satisfaction" should be a single! Well, y'all chosen that one right, B.)
But she'due south i of the most influential, innovative popular savants ever, with a massive bear upon on how music sounds now. It'southward been a long-running kick to see her keep evolving, from MTV teen princess to Vegas diva to avant-disco pioneer. No thing how many times she gets written off as a joke, she e'er surges dorsum, stronger than yesterday.
These days, people love to debate well-nigh Britney — her scandals, her controversies, her brave fight for independence. Still it's notwithstanding and then taboo to give her credit for her actual music, because people desire to pretend she's some kind of innocent bystander on her own hits. Sorry, but that's just not credible, given the freakishly consistent sicker-than-the-remix excellence of her artistry. She'due south always made the fizziest, splashiest, bestest pop tunes of the moment. I get why y'all might accept issues with calling it "brilliance," but I exercise not happen to share those problems — she's on her ain Mount Olympus of luminescence, and always has been. She deserves to be celebrated as one of history'due south boldest pop visionaries, not just a case written report in glory.
The songs on this listing aren't ranked by commercial success, merely the level of Britney splendor. Every fan would compile a dissimilar list — that's the beauty of information technology. You're guaranteed to disagree, especially when you go to "Honey Diary." Some of these songs are classics; some are total disasters; one is "Email My Heart." But permit'south confront it — they're never dull. Britney does not do boring.
We've seen so many pretenders to her throne come and go. We'll encounter more of them. People keep waiting for Britney to be over. They can go along waiting. When people cease claiming Britney'due south over, I approximate that'll hateful she's finally over. Only they won't. And she won't exist. So thank you for these songs, Britney Spears. And gimme more.
From Rolling Stone US
When I interviewed Britney in 2000, she dismissed her new album as "totally ridiculous" and said next time she was going to go a house in Spain, learn guitar, and write the songs herself. OK, that didn't happen, but "Oops! I Did It Again" is simply flawless. It all comes down to the cruel growl in her voice — she articulates a violently ambivalent sexual defoliation, a girl flailing to effigy out her desires before the world decides for her. Everybody who was expecting her to fall on her confront — which means the entire music biz — got served when "Oops!" put her right back on tiptop of her TRL throne.
It's the way she snickers — "Ha-ha, hee-hee, ha-ha-ho!" — that makes this one slightly scary too every bit brilliant. "If You Seek Amy" got attending for the playful censor-baiting chorus: "All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to/ If you seek Amy!" (Say it out loud.) But the beat out is even funnier than the words. And by the stop, all of the boys and all of the girls have a point.
"I'thousand non your property as from today, baby," Britney sings, before she (or we) had whatever idea how many times she'd have to live out this song. "Stronger" has turned into her "I Volition Survive" anthem, especially the heart-stopping moment where she yells, "Here I go," then listens equally her voice echoes back over the silence. She sounds stronger than several thousand yesterdays, but her loneliness own't killing her no more.
It's Britney, bitch! Whatsoever fan in 2007 would have been shocked — but delighted — to learn that hereafter generations would revere "Gimme More" as an electro-sleaze classic. At the time, it was regarded as her pitiful career-ending crash. She debuted it at the MTV Video Music Awards, a notorious disaster where she just gave upwards and stopped halfway through. (After "Gimme More than," radio wouldn't touch the other Coma singles.) But whenever life gives Britney a bomb, she turns information technology into flop-ade, and this song has come to symbolize the indestructible spirit that keeps this adult female dancing back every time she gets knocked down flat. It's called "Gimme More" for a reason — because all you people desire is more, more, more than, more, more!
Britney sat downwards at the piano in the backwash of her traumatic split with Justin Timberlake and wrote this ballad. "Everytime" could be Britney flipping a finger at "Weep Me a River," Justin's dorsum-stabbing attack on her. But it's a more personal argument than that — information technology's most resilience in the face of pain. "I really call up I'm talking to everyone when I perform 'Everytime,'" she told MTV. "Information technology's virtually heartbreak, it's most your outset love, your outset true honey." That'south why so many of us feel this song to our core. Also, that Spring Breakers scene is genius.
"I Wanna Go" sums upwards the Britney philosophy of life with all the minimalist blitzkrieg-bop power of the Ramones, all "1-two-iii-4!" assailment. "There's a countdown waiting for me to erupt," she warns, but information technology sounds like this daughter is already exploding right out of her peel. That manic 808 intro. The style she squeals, "Shame on me!" Her whistling solo. The electro-blurps in the "I-I-I wanna go-oh-oh all the manner-ay-ay!" chorus. Nigh of all, the way Max Martin and Shellback warp her all-likewise-human being vocalization into digital fist pumps, until the climax where she takes off uncontrollably, La-blee, la-blee, la-blee-blee-blee.
One of her historic power moves: abdomen dancing with a python at the 2001 MTV Video Music Awards to the blingiest Neptunes beat. "I'k a Slave 4 U" is the ultimate Britney song of dancing every bit liberation versus dancing equally addiction. "All you people look at me similar I'm a little girl," she sings, maybe slightly misjudging her relationship with the American public. Only she lets out her kitty-kitty yowls with a bad case of cat-scratch fever. And the Prince-style spelling makes sense, since the sugar-walls strut of "I'thou a Slave 4 U" splits the difference musically between Vanity 6's "Nasty Girl" and Apollonia half-dozen's "Sex Shooter."
The world is all the same communicable upwards to the profound weirdness of this song. Only when the manufacture had decided her career was over (for the millionth time), Knee Human knee hit new highs of shameless perv-disco sex-machine adrenaline with "3," a math lesson with an insanely bombastic groove. She has never been so blunt about not giving a fuck. No idea why she namechecks the 1960s folk trio Peter, Paul, and Mary, not necessarily the most sensual pop stars of their era. (The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the current of air?) Merely that only adds to the overall menage a WTF vibe. Fact: It is a violation of international constabulary not to dance on a table when this song comes on.
This is a story about a daughter named Britney. "Lucky" has striking home on so many levels, e'er since she dropped it in Y2K. Information technology'south the tale of a Hollywood daughter who gets famous, gets envied, gets dreamed about, gets used and exploited. But if in that location's nothing missing in her life, then why do these tears come at night? Britney goes deep into the dirty business of dreams, inspiring Taylor Swift to pen the great fan-fic sequel "The Lucky One."
Planet Earth, see Britney Jean Spears, the 17-yr-old pride of Kentwood, Louisiana. Her debut striking "…Babe One More than Time" was a radically futuristic pop manifesto, changing the fashion music has sounded ever since. Max Martin brought the megaboom production, merely it wouldn't take meant a thing without the menacing way she growls, "Oooh infant, baby." As Britney told me in 2000, she stayed up late the night before the session listening to Soft Prison cell's "Tainted Love" ("What a sexy song") to become the sound she wanted. "I wanted my vox to be kind of rusty," she said. "You know, how it sounds really low in the lower register — it sounds actually sexy. So I kept telling myself, 'Britney, don't get whatever rest.'" The event was more than a Number Ane smash—information technology was the dawn of a new music era.
"How I Ringlet" was never a hit, merely it'southward one of Britney'southward almost glorious moments, a masterpiece of fiendishly inventive girl noise. Her studio team of mad Swedes (Christian "Bloodshy" Karlsson, Henrik Jonback, Marcus Lindehäll) really go off the deep terminate here. Every sound consequence that jumps out of the mix — Brit slurring the give-and-take "speakerrrr," digital finger snaps, a real beatbox pretending to be a human beatbox — builds the tension. There'due south even a plot: An ordinary girl sits in her lonely room, dreaming of party lights far away, wishing she could escape to a place where she can evidence her human knee socks and drinkable tequila on the rocks, where there's music and there's people and they're young and alive. Merely the hateful old world won't allow her break free, so she just sings forth with the machines until she turns into a machine herself, considering simply the beat understands her. In that location's your story of pop music right there.
Nobody saw this song coming: America'southward sweetheart changes her name to Mrs. Oh, My God, That Britney'due south Shameless, and decides to drop her evil vengeance on a globe that fabricated the fatal mistake of pissing her off. Britney vents all her raging hostility in "Slice of Me," snarling "I'grand Miss American Dream Since I Was 17," getting real about the dark side of that dream and making every line feel like a threat. "Piece of Me" sounded way likewise weird for the radio in 2007, warping her Southern twang into a surly electro-punk sneer. But within a couple of years, everyone on the radio was trying to sound like this. Are you sure you wanna slice of her? She still makes it audio like a thrillingly unsafe question.
The great pop song of this century. The ultimate Britney Spears classic. A taste of a poison paradise. "Toxic" is all that and more, summing up Britney at her best and brashest. Swedish studio wizards Bloodshy and Avant bear witness that they're the producers who understand her amend than anyone. "Toxic" is a swirl of spaced-out glam-disco kicks, spy-movie strings, surf-guitar twang, a beat that should wear a alert, and Britney'due south distinctive slithery drawl. She doesn't only take "a sip from the devil's cup," she guzzles that bitch and crushes the cup on her brow, slipping under the addictive spell of music itself, the one vice she'll never surrender. Intoxicate her now? She'southward set up now.
Source: https://au.rollingstone.com/music/music-lists/-37865/oops-i-did-it-again-2000-38024/