Lady Gaga has always gone to great lengths to shock the world with her brazenly whackadoodles antics, whether it’s by showing up to an award show inside of a giant egg, or dressing in a gown made of meat, or expecting no one to notice that she basically re-wrote a couple of Madonna songs and fobbed them off as original, so it was a little disappointing that all she could cook up to reveal the name of her new album this time in the evil publicity lab was a tattoo of the word: POPTART. Sorry, POPTRA. Wait, oh, I see it now, ARTPOP. Feel like the first one might’ve been more appropriate wouldn’t it?
Pretty tame stuff altogether, as Spin points out:
Considering the last time Gaga broke news about an album title she did so while wearing the most blogged-about piece of sirloin in history, this announcement is relatively low-key. But Gaga also has Born This Way inked on her body, too, in a unicorn tat on her left thigh. If she continues to have all her album titles permanently emblazoned on her body, she’s going to have to avoid pulling an Aerosmith (Honkin’ on Bobo) or a Fiona Apple (The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do).
Even so, it’s a lot better than her previously announced working title: Calvin and Hobbes in New York Knicks Jerseys Pissing on Osama Bin Laden’s Face.
What do you guys think about the new album title? And more importantly, how about cinnamon frosted Pop Tarts? Definitely the most unfuckwithable flavor, right? (photo via)