So. Let’s talk about Christina Aguilera’s new single. First, some context: the public at large may have been too hard on Ms. Aguilera. As far as gay dance floor anthems go, “Not Myself Tonight” pretty much seemed like a homerun—but maybe that says more about the difference between what works in a gay club vs. what works everywhere else. Still, Bionic is pretty much considered a flop, right?
So here’s Christina, two years later, riding high on the success of The Voice. And yet, there’s this vague feeling in the cultural atmosphere that “Your Body” is kind of a target. It’s either stratospheric comeback or precipitous decline at this point, and whether or not it’s genuinely
more entertaining, a slippery slope always seems to be the people’s choice.
All that, then, is the baggage with which “Your Body” is saddled. And it seems particularly unfair, because while the song isn’t revolutionary or even particularly special, as pop songs go it’s fine! Hell, it’s fun. It’s as good as anything Rihanna or Katy Perry have been doing for the past few years, and it’s definitely more palatable than most of what Madonna’s trotted out from MDNA. But we fear that simply because “Your Body” doesn’t have whatever magic bullet it needs to propel it into the pop music stratosphere, it runs the risk of being at best ignored, and at
worst ridiculed. Which is a shame.