Celebrating the genius of Lady Gaga
By Michelle Corbett

Emergency stations at Radio 1’s Big Weekend as Fearne Cotton is forced to waffle on more than usual thanks to a delayed entry from headliner Lady Gaga.
Will she drop in by helicopter? Abseil down a zip-wire? Emerge from pregnant Posh Spice’s nether-regions? Or – more shockingly of all – stroll on in jeans and T-Shirt?
It’s not a giant egg a la the Grammys but a coffin will do as Stefani Germanotta finally ”Ëœrises from the dead’ to a rapturous welcome from the crowds at Carlisle.
Sporting a headband and rocking up a good 40 minutes late, one can’t help but wonder if Gaga is the new Axl Rose but, as with the Guns n’ Roses frontman it’s well worth the wait as she launches straight into  ”ËœBorn This Way’.
Cupping a prosthetic baby bump (as you do), which was no doubt fashioned by the Haus of Gaga, New York’s finest export stalked round the stage like a woman who is an expert at delivering just what the doctor ordered.
From there it was a smooth run into ”ËœBad Romance’ followed by a medley of bona fide hits including ”ËœTelephone’, ”ËœPoker Face’ and ”ËœAlejandro’.
I’m thrilled to see however that with ”ËœOrange Colored Sky’ Gaga has proven herself as a slutty jazz mistress ”“ draped across her piano legs akimbo and giving her vocals a Jack Daniels makeover. And with her UK ”Ëœmonsters’ in mind there’s even a royal makeover to the lyrics in homage to Prince William and Kate Middleton’s recent nuptials.
From there we are catapulted straight into ”ËœSpeechless’ which, quite frankly left this reviewer more than a little teary-eyed. It’s a big phat ballad demanding a powerhouse performance from a tiny tattooed pop strumpet. No wonder then that after following it with ”ËœEdge of Love’ ”“ a tribute to her grandfather – Gaga’s breathing like Dot Cotton after 20 Benson and Hedges.
And with the Queen-esque ”ËœYou And I’ following straight afterward there’s no time for this Lady to recover. All too soon the closing number ”ËœJust Dance’ is rounding off a set that ”Ëœpops’ with perfection and hints at great things to come from her second album: ”ËœBorn This Way’ ”“ scheduled for release on May 23.
In an ocean of chart dross Gaga can be counted upon to toss us a lifeline with her on-the-money lyrics, infectious beats and Daily Mail-bothering fashion sensibilities – plus her propensity to take the piss out of Catholicism at every turn.
Tonight, aside from a few dodgy wardrobe changeover moments that will no doubt result in some summary executions from this consummate professional, it’s an A-plus set which those in the lucky crowd will no doubt dine out on for years to come.

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  2. The fundamental problem with La Gaga is she’s neither as shocking or ground-breaking in reality as she thinks. The music may arguably be at the quality end of standard pop fare, but standard disco dolly pop fare is all it is. The rest is just a panto frock.

    And we’ve all seen the fashion posturings before – she’s not the first American to lose her head to the more outre stylings of Europe’s design houses and think she’s at the bleeding edge. Cross Madonna’s Gaultier tits with Mr Manson’s bandages and hey presto you have a nice, privately educated Catholic girl from the Upper East Side all trussed up like a prize freak show. It’s no surprise Mac cosmetics have teamed her up with Cyndi Lauper – trying hard to be so unusual (and winding up so uninteresting) just about sums up the achievements of the pair of them.

    What grates most is her appropriation of the gays as her token cause, including penning turgid boyztown anthems for us like “Born This Way”. Of course it’s a long long well-trodden path to building a fawning fan base, although just ask Bananarama if 160bpm and a bottle of poppers is enough to maintain a rock solid pop career.

    The truth about Gaga is she wasn’t born this way – she can just take off her hat any time she chooses and staring back will be nice, fresh-faced Stefani. And all those millions.

    • good points.

      Her genius is more in the manipulation of the codes of pop, it’s not moral but it’s almost Warholesque though in it’s art of commerce and not it’s art of art…

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