Why Madonna's Best Song Is Obviously 'Don't Tell Me'
Yes, you heard me. The one with the cowboys. The single off Music that wasn’t Music. And yes, I know exactly what you’re going to say now.
“UM, VOGUE?” No.
“Like a Prayer!!!” Also no.
“What about Frozen!?” What about Frozen?
Madonna has many songs, many of which are completely brilliant. But it is objectively correct of me to say that not one of them is anywhere near as amazing as Don’t Tell Me. Not. One.
I shall explain.
The song harks back to a time—2000, specifically—when Madonna actually set the trend, rather than desperately chasing an approximated version into the nearest club and ending up stuck at the bar with Timbaland.
Say what you like about cowboy hats, Kylie t-shirts and Ali G cameos, but in 2000 they were everywhere, and with Madonna’s newly British fingerprints all over them. She got married, had a baby, started work on a new accent and almost managed not to do any acting. She was properly ON IT.
She got round to doing music too, in all sorts of literal ways. Music, her eighth studio album, launched with a killer lead single (Ali G aside), as well as consistent campaign visuals (which I alone appreciated).
Mirwais Ahmadzaï joined William 'All Saints' Black Coffee Is One of the Most Underrated Songs of All Time' Orbit on Ciccone production duties, crafting a flawed 2 but cohesive successor to Ray of Light that cut right through a confused early noughties pop landscape of dejected solo Spice Girls and Moby.
By which I mean 'contains an ill-judged cover of American Pie' ↩
It was second single Don’t Tell Me, however, where genres and haystacks were most successfully blended; the bucking bronco centrepiece of Madonna’s techno-country dabblings. It is the perfect song for several key reasons:
- The staccato guitar.
- The faux-folk lyrics.
- The trippy beats.
- The glorious fade-to-strings-y bit.
- Vocals that were recorded, rather than phoned in from wherever Madonna gets her grills re-fitted.
- Ten years on and it still sounds like something you would hear on the radio 3 , which is more than can be said of Give It 2 Me.
- THE VIDEO I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THE VIDEO
Well, my Last.fm at the very least ↩
Sandy treadmill action
An actual bucking bronco
A shuffled assortment of impressive dance manoeuvres I’ve been drunkenly attempting ever since
It’s even easier to view Don’t Tell Me as the treasure it so clearly is when you know what happened next.
After the highly successful Music came the ill-judged and entirely unsuccessful American Life4, and Madonna’s been in creative retreat ever since (Confessions was a fun yet shameless retread of disco nights gone by; MDNA a Minaj-aping clusterfuck; it’s best we don’t mention Hard Candy at all).
My second favourite Madonna song is American Life, FYI, but that's a whole other half-rapped expletive-strewn polemic ↩
Don’t Tell Me may have been the beginning of the end of the Material Girl’s last Golden Age, but what an End-Beginning it was. I’ll always hold out hope for the full country-folk technopop record Madonna clearly has brewing inside her.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
DON'T YOU EVER—