HIDDEN tracks

Music was Pete Paphides' first love. And at this rate, it will be his last.

Britney Spears

Thu, 1st January 2009

Lest we forget, a circus is a traveling show where strange and freakish spectacles unfold before you on a stage.”

All around the 02, the posters and flashing billboards reminded us that Britney Spears’ first UK shows in five years were something other than a mere arena show. If you wanted to be reductive about it, you could argue that “The Circus Starring Britney Spears” merely alluded to the singer’s current album (also entitled The Circus). However, for the most Googled person on the planet – the imagery was excitingly apposite on all sort of other levels. Lest we forget, a circus is a traveling show where strange and freakish spectacles unfold before you on a stage, possibly featuring heavily sedated creatures who don’t seem entirely sure of their surroundings. For anyone who remembers Spears’ infamous MTV Video Music Award “comeback” less than two years ago, there’s no need to dwell on the resonances here.

But at this biggest of big tops, it was a more alert Spears who descended from the rigging onto the biggest of the three circular stages in a saucy ringmaster’s get-up. Performing The Circus she negotiated a human tide of cavorting dancers dressed in burlesque bondage gear and freakish masks. Was she really singing? A debate that has rumbled on in newsprint and internet forums since the tour began three months ago wasn’t easily settled by watching her lips.

Certainly, even without any big screens to help decide the matter, you registered the lack of any apparent physical exertion as she got to grips with her stinging anti-paparazzi address 2007 hit Piece Of Me. By the same token, there were times when it felt churlish to mind: the lavish Bollywood shakedown of Me Against The Music; the sheer randomness of a version of Toxic which involved freighting modified metal bedsteads at speed across the stage. And who wouldn’t have chosen to lip-sync on Ooh Ooh Baby – whose set piece saw the 27 year-old mother of two climb in a box and have her entire torso seemingly shunted to the left of the rest of her body. In what constituted something of a high point, the song then segued into Hot As Ice, which saw Spears seemingly teleported thirty yards without the tassled platinum dress she had been wearing seconds before.

But postmodern as you tried to be about the whole singing/not singing debate, it was hard not to feel an hitherto absent frisson of emotional engagement on the occasions when she obviously was. Everytime was a case in point. Whatever other problems she has encountered in her tempestuous life, vertigo certainly isn’t one of them. Perched on the hook of a precariously suspended umbrella, she received one of the biggest cheers of the evening for a performance of Everytime that came, if not from the heart, then from the diaphragm. Such moments of old-fashioned entertainment notwithstanding, it was the sheer timeless ubiquity of Baby One More Time (and possibly the fact that she was performing it in leather lingerie) that elicited the biggest roar.

That she returned dressed as a kinky policewoman for Womaniser was no disaster. As she set about admonishing the errant cad in the song, she imperiously waving her truncheon at any passing dancers who happened to come near it. If the overheard chatter of the departing throng was anything to go by, ninety minutes of lavish costume changes, camp choreography and cabaret club magic just about mitigated lingering doubts concerning the veracity of her singing. If she did mime, perhaps it didn’t matter. After all, don’t mime artists also belong in a circus?