She's only gone and done it. Again. Thirteen tracks of pop-tastic cheesiness. There are no great surprises on Britney's new long player, unless you call her covering of 'Satisfaction' in a layer of glittery and insubstantial pop dust a surprise, and, as expected, she sings of love. Requited love. Unrequited love. Everything in between, and looking at herself in a mirror. Deep.
