Lady Gaga – Stupid Love
Far from “Shallow” now…
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Wayne Weizhen Zhang: It must be exhausting to be Lady Gaga. Here’s a short list of her accomplishments since 2013’s ARTPOP: winning a Grammy for a jazz duets album, winning a Golden Globe for her role in American Horror Story, headlining the Super Bowl, co-hosting arguably the best Met Gala in years, winning an Oscar for A Star is Born, getting a number one Billboard single from the soundtrack, launching a vegan make-up line, and starring in a Las Vegas residency. And yet, the dominant critical narrative has still essentially been: Gaga is absent from pop music. (For comparison, Katy Perry has been a judge on American Idol.) Of course, her self-mythologizing is partially to blame for this, but it’s unclear what could have possibly satisfied her critics and die-hard fans outside of re-reinventing music à la 2010. So what’s her move given the weight of the world’s impossible expectations? To make simple, unpretentious pop music on her own terms. In a recent Billboard interview, she laughed while stating, “I would like to put out music that a big chunk of the world will hear, and it will become a part of their daily lives, and make them happy every single day.” My first reaction upon reading this was: yes, we should hold Gaga to a higher standard because she’s Gaga, but how can we balance that with the potentially damaging effects for her mental health and sanity? So on “Stupid Love” when she sings, “Now it’s time to free me from this chain/I gotta find that peace, is it too late?” I like to hope it’s meta-commentary on her rediscovering the joy in her music and being, free of expectation. Gaga tracks are often described as “huge” or “epic”, but none has ever so perfectly embodied “fun.” I’m definitely excited about how this track sounds — an ebullient return to her earliest disco pop roots, at a time when radio is dominated by trap — but “Stupid Love” stands out to me because of her embrace of radical self-love. This is the Gaga that I’ve always loved — and she’s always been enough.
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Leah Isobel: The production filters back an entire decade’s worth of Stefani’s influence into a three-minute Fruit Gusher burst of tang, but the lyrics are decidedly forward-looking, all declarative statements of “now is the time!” bullshit. In the middle of this past/present/future time-play, as the beat drops out beneath her, she asserts the key line: “all I ever wanted was lahv.” If it’s a disappointingly shallow retcon for an artist whose initial breadth and ambition was the entire point, the promise of it lingers in my brain. After all, it’s not too far from a similar pop megalomaniac realizing that she “traded fame for love without a second thought” about 20 years ago. That rich vein of popstar self-examination writ large is so suited to Gaga’s talents as an artist — a provocateur, fake-deep philosopher, musical theatre nerd, and hook-writing master all at once — that I have listened to this song five times in a row pretty much every single day since it, uh, appeared on the internet. My paws are reluctantly up, Stef. Don’t fuck it up.
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Jessica Doyle: Fun, and otherwise unremarkable. If you’ve been a Gaga fan for a while — if you’re invested in the narrative of this hardworking woman, who has been through downs and ups and downs and then ups again — I imagine the fun is enhanced by a certain comfort and relief in seeing her have fun; in imagining her feeling strong and secure enough to release a fun song that doesn’t have to upend anything. But I am a heartless, acontextual consumer, for whom the marginal cost of listening to something else is zero, and I miss “Bad Romance.”
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Tobi Tella: For an artist who at her peak overstuffed everything with too many ideas, there’s really not much happening here. It’s loud and upbeat, sure, but the lyrics are barely the thread of a coherent song, and the production reminds everyone who wants “pure” pop to come back to be careful what they wish for. Maybe that A Star is Born “pop music bad guitar music good” cynicism rubbed off too much?
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Katherine St Asaph: Just when I thought Gaga was lost to the land of Real Music™, or worse, flailing attempts to be chill by the least chill performer in pop music (yes, including Taylor Swift), she goes and releases this, 50,000 firecrackers on a Eurovision stage. The thicket of hooks is packed, with Black Midi levels of referential density. The whole thing sounds like “Born This Way,” which is to say it sounds like “Express Yourself”; there’s a juddering sequencer out of “Do What U Want” (reminds me more of “Weekend” by Class Actress, but which is more likely to be the actual inspiration?) and a touch of, of all things, September’s “Cry For You.” Gaga fills every crevice of the song with singing, throaty and belty and huge: a relief after years of songs filled only with half-assed #vibes. If it feels frivolous against much of Born This Way and The Fame Monster and some of Artpop, and far less ambitious, it at least pulls her out of the “Shallow” piano muck.
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Vikram Joseph: Perhaps a stupid song about making stupid choices is the Lady Gaga lead single we both need and deserve in 2020. The battering-ram synths feel like running down a hill into a gale-force wind; the best thing about “Stupid Love” is that Gaga sounds like she’s having a lot of fun, and by extension so are we.
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Alex Clifton: “Stupid Love,” much like “Born This Way” before it, is ready-made for pride parades, grown from the same mystical lab that gave Lady Gaga her incredible melodic sensibilities. Unlike its predecessor, though, it has more euphoria in it, presumably because it’s not making a political point. Gaga’s more focused on having fun here, and you can tell. The verses aren’t my favourite, but the chorus hits as an overwhelming rush of dopamine, and now I can’t stop dancing in my computer chair. Between this and Dua Lipa’s album, we’re in for a hell of a good time for pop music this spring, and I am extremely excited.
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Thomas Inskeep: She was doing this better a decade ago. A lot better.
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Joshua Lu: The narrative surrounding “Stupid Love” regards it a return to the Pop Gaga that’s been mostly absent since 2013: A revival if you’re a fan, a regression if you’re not. The issue with this narrative is that “Stupid Love” lacks any key similarities to the Gaga of yesteryear; the only real sonic link is how the bassline brings to mind the since-redacted “Do What U Want” beat. Instead we have something that’s somehow not a Kygo song, with vocal chirps that got old last year, serviceable but clichéd hooks (the entire pre-chorus has all the charm of a Taio Cruz album track), remarkably basic lyrics filled with platitudes, and a title that has no bearing on anything in the song — there’s nothing lyrically or aurally stupid about anything here, and Gaga has shown a deep capacity to be stupid in her past pop works. In reality, what we have here isn’t a return to anything, but rather the continued flagging of Gaga’s desire to develop genuinely off-beat or interesting pop music, whether intentional or not. Gaga’s talents as a vocalist elevate the song beyond the usual pop pap, but it’s not nearly at the level I once hoped she could remain at.
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Alfred Soto: Kudos to Jamieson Cox for catching an obvious forebear: the rattling sequencer recalls 2013’s forgotten “Do What U Want,” which was all set to do some business until radio programmers remembered R. Kelly had been a menace for years. Amiably confusing lack of affect with simplicity, “Stupid Love” flexes its pop strength with the expectation that fans will admire it.
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Joshua Minsoo Kim: The synths pack a punch but they never quite get me to where I should be. I wanna feel desperation, exasperation — that love is worth looking stupid for. All I get is a familiar, quasi-stoic performance that sounds like Gaga’s doing some excellent karaoke.
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Kayla Beardslee: Sure, it’s competent, but Gaga is capable of so much more. Many other blurbs will discuss the song’s aggressive datedness and bland lyrics, but what really bothers me is that the two halves of “Stupid Love” — the dramatic vocals and the unrelenting gallop of the synths — don’t fit together. Gaga is giving her all with those signature “laahv”s, but there’s just not enough empty space left for her in the production. Her performance ends up laying flat on top of the track, adding nothing except a sense of laziness from her producers and engineers.
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Pedro João Santos: Serviceable Max Martin bopathon scams its way into my brain again — no matter how direly in need of an incubator this whole structure is. Gaga’s weakest lead single feeds you Kygo, threatens to ascend during “All I ever wanted was love“, and still can’t fight the aura of afterthought.
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Jibril Yassin: “Stupid Love” is a giddy rush of EDM-pop fun, but it’s the first time experiencing a major Gaga single entirely devoid of surprises. Bracing yourself for a twist that never arrives or a strange turn of vocals rearing its head from nowhere, “Stupid Love” makes up for its unremarkableness with a masterclass in songwriting. What Lady Gaga hasn’t forgotten how to do is translate the feeling of having your initial gut feelings completely validated. “Stupid Love” makes its magic in casting the act of love as necessary and dare I say it — radical.
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Jackie Powell: On “Stupid Love” Lady Gaga achieved a corollary. By trying to put her healing process into simple poetry, she also created an accompanying sound that’s comparable to an analgesic. The function of the track is to heal and liberate. (Truth be told, Little Monster or not, the song has helped me get out of bed in the morning.) Gaga’s latest cut is packaged into a familiar formula, and that’s part of the reason why this track serves as a formidable lead single and symbol for the upcoming Chromatica. The equation is one that mirrors the “best of” Stefani Germanotta. What’s brilliant about “Stupid Love” is that its visual and lyrical messaging and surrounding sonic arrangement and melody bring what Little Monsters and casual music fans with a Gaga fascination expect. And that’s okay. She has told Oprah that her goal now isn’t just to shock people but rather to exude authenticity. She stirs elements from all of her pop eras into the most hearty and flavourful version of Gaga soup (and that does include Joanne contrary to popular belief.) Each ingredient works and is soluble. She tossed in the elements of the The Fame that made fans want to Just Dance and sprinkled some catchy Swedish-sounding pop melodies (Max Martin, hello!) and sung onomatopoeia from The Fame Monster, à la the “hey-ah, hey-ahs.” A suspenseful build, uniquely potent and soaring vocals are ounces of Born This Way. Don’t worry, ARTPOP is doused on this track not only in color, but in sound. There’s a reason why that sped up “Do What U Want”-esque bassline works. There’s a contrast between her bright vocal performance and the electronic bass’ darkness. Joanne comes across in the allegorical concept which once again can be interpreted to reflect the current American experience. Music video director Daniel Askill confirmed that Gaga wanted to portray the “warring tribes as a metaphor for the state of the world today.” So, Mother Monster is on a mission to introduce the world to her new brainchild, ever-developing ideologies and honest ways to examine life. “Stupid Love” isn’t the end-all but merely the beginning. Paws up and welcome to Chromatica bitches.
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Nortey Dowuona: NOPE! WAIT. wait. This is actually a welcome back for… the bass, who is joined by his drumming sister, his synth bros and Lady Gaga, who has come here from the Make A Wish Foundation to take him around New York. They have a wonderful day together, with the synth bros getting their percussive background vocal girlfriend an NYPD hoodie, and the experience convinces Lady Gaga to make bright, happy pop music again! (The bass, in the midst of a happy dance, got hit by her limo and had to go back to the hospital.)
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Scott Mildenhall: Between its hyperventilating over-excitement and ever-exciting hyper-sincerity, Gaga seems to have finally created a pop emergency. The false alarm of “Applause” was overstuffed and underpowered, but “Stupid Love” redresses that balance by going harder and clearer, like a newly thawed cut from a cryogenically frozen, course-correcting Artpop Monster edition. Time might seem to have turned in on itself, but no: the greater lyrical directness arrives in a way that feels culminatory. The plainspokenness of that indelible “all I ever wanted was love” makes it almost an epitaph, grounding it in a present in which all experience has been lived, and all realisations are realised. Undeniably, Lady Gaga is not dead, but this is what she knows.
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Will Adams: I defended “The Cure” and lamented the immense pressure on Gaga to make every release the Next Big Thing, however even that soured when it turned out to be part of A Star Is Born‘s ~superficial pop~ world. So where to next, when she’s caught between turgid rock balladry and ill-fitting trop-pop? On “Stupid Love,” we get the best possible outcome: whizzing past Joanne, making a brief stop at Artpop but ultimately landing on the dazzling excess of Born This Way. Like any good synthpop number, the synths display a wide range of textures: they tunnel, they drill, they poof, they gleam. Gaga is more than willing to match their energy. Noteworthy, though, is that she takes a brief pause only on the pre-chorus’s “all I ever wanted was love”; even the way the title scans it almost sounds like she could be singing “I want just to be loved.” This is the essence of pop: amidst the big dumb fireworks display, a human message at the core.
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