Confessions On A Dance Floor

There are a few dud songs, mostly because they endlessly repeat the same meaningless lines (Sorry: "I've heard it all before...", inexplicably, the second single; Future Lovers: "In the evidence of its brilliance..."). Isaac would benefit enormously by cutting Yitzhak Sinwani's Kabbalah lines. The rhyme scheme in I Love New York ("New York"/"dork", "mad"/"sad"/"glad") is fairly simple, but it's also perhaps the catchiest song on the album.
The new album has been compared in the press to Ray Of Light and even Like A Prayer. I don't think it's as incredible as those two, though it's certainly as good as Music. There seems to be a general consensus that the previous album, American Life, was awful, and that Confessions On A Dance Floor is a return to form, but actually I really liked American Life.
The album's complete track-listing is: Hung Up, Get Together, Sorry, Future Lovers, I Love New York, Let It Will Be, Forbidden Love, Jump, How High, Isaac, Push, and Like It Or Not.
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