It's fast and flashy and I love that it goes back to an era that she was around for, but ultimately skipped - the brigade of Madonna next doors who all specialised in nimble slices of here one week and gone the next dance-pop excitement (Cathy, CeCe, Kym, Dannii, etc) are all sponged up into a glossy Madge throwback. There is no originality and the lyrics are proper placeholder cliches with absolutely no sense of fun to them, but it properly basks in the beats and its own simplistic, pointless absurdity of this 67 year old Queen of Pop wanting to point herself out, and bring it, one more time and all the fun nonsense effortlessly conjured as she pulls focus with a focus track that is beyond beneath her legacy and yet in its own way solidifies it as a homage to a specific style of dance pop that operated in her shadow. I love that balsa wood pop star Sabrina is a mere prop, someone who is an echo of an echo of a pop star who despite her youth and obvious good looks poses no threat to Madonna whatsoever (it almost sounds like she's being mocked when the build up of what she might bring amounts to nothing more than clout for Madge to exploit).