While Madonna's Erotica album was meant to be a companion to the Sex book, it couldn't have been released at a worst time. Back in 1992, the media had a field day tearing Madonna apart for her sexually charged work in film, music, and for the first time in print. I mean, let's face it: we can't even discuss the album without mentioning THE BOOK. The book itself isn't as titilating as it is a bit naughty, and it's all very tongue in cheek. As for the album, much of the material couldn't even be c…
While Madonna's Erotica album was meant to be a companion to the Sex book, it couldn't have been released at a worst time. Back in 1992, the media had a field day tearing Madonna apart for her sexually charged work in film, music, and for the first time in print. I mean, let's face it: we can't even discuss the album without mentioning THE BOOK. The book itself isn't as titilating as it is a bit naughty, and it's all very tongue in cheek. As for the album, much of the material couldn't even be classified as erotic. The first single/title track is merely suggestive, Madonna plays Dita, who promises/threatens a very interesting night in her dungeon. It's really all about Madonna striking more poses than anything else, also the case with the accompanying video and the photos in the book. Madonna is in various stages of undress, thrown into seedy sexual underworlds, at high class sex parties, eating pizza and hitchhiking in the buff. "Hey, it's a living", she seems to say, as she presses her breasts up against a windshield. Whatever the "Erotica" single was supposed to be, it's a dark, but not that daring turn on a long winding journey through artistic progression. This album is her darkest work, tetter tottering between pissed off, detached woman to broken, vulnerable little girl. She tells a lover to hit the road in "Bye Bye Baby", but doesn't really sound aggressive enough for her big talk to stick. "Words", her response to criticism and scrutiny sounds as though she is more hurt than vengeful. "Bad Girl" could be autobiographical in its depiction of a woman whose hedonistic behavior is doing her in. "I'm not happy when I act this way", she sings. And we believe her. She really doesn't sound happy on much of Erotica. The sassy cover of Peggy Lee's "Fever" doesn't quite match the original. Here, Madonna sounds pretty icy and not really all that eager to heat things up, which could be good or bad depending on how one feels about covers. Even on the triumphant disco-anthem "Deeper and Deeper", she doesn't sound as though she's celebrating love, but is acknowledging the price you pay for it. Don't get me wrong, her bitter sweet sensiblity and causal approach does work. But overall it's an album that explores pain rather than sex, which could have been the whole point. "Rain" is doused with a refreshing warmth and should rank as one her best ballads. I never understood why it didn't chart higher than it did. The single contains the breakthrough that changes the album at the very end. "Here comes the sun," she sings,referencing the Beatles both in blissful pop song lyrical frolic and a tendency to lean towards the avant garde in sound. Sound wise, Erotica is a minimal beat driven machine, with scaled down melodies, and house music that is only rough around the edges and at the core, anything from light jazz to lounge to hip hop (the rap in "Waiting" is much better than the one in "American Life"). "Why's it so Hard" is a call to arms to love thy neighbor as thyself, like many of Madonna's celebratory songs like "Keep it Together" and "Holiday" do best. Here, it comes after a media frenzy and an indentity built around controversy, freedom, independence and power. After all, 1992 was the year Madonna launched Maverick Records. What makes Erotica so different, is that in the one outlet that she set out to do, she isn't concerned about making a perfect album. Instead, Erotica is an intriguing and unusual animal in a career packed with glossy pop, some nice ballads, and some of the best dance songs os the past two decades. It derives it's energy not from what it lacks, but what it seperates itself from. Like Madonna's life it is a work in progress. She's up all night, plotting her next move, absorbing information at the speed of light, and at the cusp of something without ever really getting there.