Britney Spears turns 30 this year, a milestone you'd think might inspire in her a yearning to grow, a yen to express herself more intimately, or even an inkling to make some grand artistic statement.
Luckily, you'd be wrong.
If anything, Britney's seventh album, "Femme Fatale," finds her more pliant, poker-faced and remote in the creative process than ever. As it turns out, that's a good thing.
It's her first album, since becoming a star, on which she didn't claim a single writing credit. It's also her first in which the songs don't make a single reference to her personal life or even to her persona. More, it features the most tricked-up treatment of Britney's voice to date — which is really saying something.