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.