Chromatica Ball review: Lady Gaga’s pop extravaganza is queer euphoria
It has been a minute since the “PUT YOUR FUCKING PAWS UP!” disco stick-wielding Lady Gaga made her mark on stages around the world.
The pop icon’s signature extraterrestrial aesthetic and thumping dance beats memorably took a hiatus for brief expeditions into jazz and country, while her foray into acting saw her take on roles as a chic bloodsucker and nightclub singer-songwriter who will, sadly, never love again.
In the midst of the pandemic, the star finally – we repeat, finally! – re-embraced her pop roots and bombastic stage persona of her formative years with the disco and house-influenced Chromatica.
The BloodPop-assisted collection refreshingly served as an antidote to the restlessness and uncertainty of lockdown’s first few months; Little Monsters rejoiced in the shiny, disco stylings of Stupid Love and the Ariana Grande-featured therapeutic stomper Rain On Me, igniting hope of a post-COVID world in the process.
