"I've heard it all before... I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know... I can't take it any more," states Madge, aloof, matter-of-fact. She's having a mare (as the sleeve photo would suggest). But with whom? Tabloids, as is their way, are awash with rumour and supposed hearsay about our heroine's marriage. Could the lyrics of Sorry refer to matters particularly close to home, or are they simply well-structured invention?
Whatever, for as with Confessions On A Dancefloor's lead single Hung Up, Stuart Jacques Lu Cont Price's bass-laden production genius is the reason for owning this. Impossible not to move to, it's fresh, energetic and life affirming. There's more where this came from, too - from the same album, I Love New York, Jump and Let It Will Be are all just as strong.
Madonna has spent in excess of two decades at the top of her game, selling over 200 million albums in the process, for a reason. Whatever the gossip columns come up with, records as strong as Sorry speak for themselves, and the dancefloor will be filled for a while yet.
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