Britney Spears’ new album Blackout "arrives in shops tomorrow as something of a mystery," writes Kelefa Sanneh for The New York Times. "Her face is on the front, and 12 songs—all of which have surfaced online in recent weeks—are listed on the back. But we don’t know much more than that, and (legal commentary aside) she doesn’t seem to be talking."
The album includes four other Danja [a Timabland protege] productions, and “Gimme More” seems to provide the template for virtually the entire CD: The electronic beats and bass lines are as thick as Ms. Spears’s voice is thin, and as the album title suggests, the general mood is bracingly unapologetic. As if to taunt all the voyeurs crying crocodile tears for her children, she delivers almost nothing but slithery come-ons and defiant invitations to nightclub decadence.