Hard Candy is a
serviceable and sometimes very good pop album that also happens to be a
confusing and even dismal Madonna album. Some of that answers to simple math:
Amid forceful guest spots by Justin Timberlake and Kanye West and
self-identifying moves by producers Pharrell Williams and Timbaland, Madonna
spends a lot of time in hiding. She's the third-most prominent entity in the
single "4 Minutes," behind an eager-to-please Timberlake and a warped
marching-band beat by Timbaland, and long spells of simply forgetting about
Madonna as a factor on her own album are the norm more than an exception.
That wouldn't have to be a problem if so many of Madonna's
own moments didn't cast her absence as a better alternative. In a rash of club
songs angled toward recapturing the sleekness of her early years, Madonna
sounds strangely out of place—like a hostage reading into a camera more
than a creature of the dancefloor. When she sings "I've never felt so free" in
the otherwise stirring "Heartbeat," it's so flat and forced that you can't help
but think Madonna might be trying to communicate something below the surface.
But she doesn't earn the same benefit of the doubt in other vocal voids ("Candy
Shop," "Spanish Lesson"), and the truth is that Hard Candy is a much better album on the surface than beneath
it. Songs like the cyclonic carnival ride "Give It 2 Me" and the sun-dappled
twilight disco ode "Dance 2night" rate as hits-in-waiting. It's just a mystery
how Madonna was meant to fit into them.