
A massive, ridiculous, over-the-big-top spectacle of batshit mega-pop.
Pure nightmare fuel.
Were there fake thunderstorms? Yes! Artificial rainbows? No!
But not that many people commit to an idea this much. You know, dig up a concept, like a circus, look at it, sniff, shrug, and go off with it as far as it'll go.
Einstürzende Neubauten couldn't pull off half this horrorshow. Amazing. And stylish. And preposterous. And disturbing. And a stadium of smiles.

I don't know, Sufjan Stevens?
That album about a State? Hmm.
Britney Spears does mad circus freaks, bollywood hip-hop dances, gold cages with stripper poles, people pumping unicycles into the air, a floating 360 degree wrap-around Big Brother video-screen, old-time magic tricks, random nun-chuck battles, midgets with guitars, "Toxic," stage-circles of fire, near-naked women hanging off of ropes, non-stop bondage, "...Baby One More Time," quotes from '2001: A Space Odyssey,' trapezes made out of men, more outfits than millionaires, and, at the end, for "Womanizer," spinning surveillance cameras, police uniforms, and a waterfall of sparks.
Suck it!

Photos by Kay, B & Christopher Nelson, more images after the jump.





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