Lady Gaga is no longer the queen of the dance floor. It’s time to come to terms with the fact that she is not the radio darling she once was. Before you lash out on me, neither means the quality of her music has declined and that it is not worth a listen.
Appreciating her evolving sound can be compared with your transition from mixed drinks and beer to refined wine. Imagine consuming it previously in big, social gatherings where you and your friends are hardly restrained and you let it actively take over. Now, it has gone personal, private, intimate and introspective. And over the course of the last few years, her artistry has moved in this direction.
In The Cure, she continues to let the public in on her serious devotion to her man. And it’s admirable considering her status and the pressure of projecting independence and domination that comes along with it. The instrumental hook does not draw attention to itself. Instead, it blends perfectly with her voice and the lyrics.
She remains to be a cure but now to a different set of music blues.