Gabriel Szatan, London, 27 Feb 2018,<\/p>\n
T<\/span><\/span>he year is young, but Grammy<\/a> chieftain Neil Portnow\u2019s suggestion that female artists need to \u201cstep up\u201d will take some beating for tone-deafness. To help today\u2019s heroines unseat the likes of Bruno Mars<\/a>, he might look to the 1999 ceremony.<\/p>\n The 41st edition of the awards properly reflected the female energy coursing through late 90s mainstream music. Only one out of 10 nominees for the record and album of the year categories was male-fronted, while Shania Twain<\/a>, Sheryl Crow<\/a> and Garbage\u2019s Shirley Manson<\/a> were all in their mid-30s; The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill<\/a> ran out eventual winner in the album bracket. Madonna<\/a>, snubbed in any meaningful category for so long, also finally got her dues. She took home three for Ray of Light and its title track. But, if anything, the album\u2019s stock was modest then compared to now.<\/p>\n Ray of Light is probably Madonna\u2019s most widely acknowledged classic. It is held as a high-water mark of pop-as-art, a work that still rings out as believable and true from a star who adopts and discards phases, passions and philosophies at pace. That era of Madge inspired half a catwalk\u2019s worth of memorable looks (she was variously a geisha, a gothic witch, a gap-year student and a raven-haired mother reborn over rushing skylines), with such a superabundance of hits that Sky Fits Heaven was withheld as a single so as not to cannibalise the title track\u2019s success.<\/p>\n Last week saw an outpouring of celebratory 20th-anniversary articles; later this week, London gay club the Glory is throwing a two-stage celebration of everything Ray of Light. Even for a cabaret haunt, the amount of effort being poured into one-time-only tribute costumes speaks to the devotion of this period.<\/p>\n The album sold well in the US but didn\u2019t exactly shatter the charts. By the end of 1998, it had sold just shy of 2.7m copies, ranking 18th in the Billboard end-of-year rundown. (Which illustrates how charged the market was then; last year\u2019s bestselling physical release, Ed Sheeran\u2019s \u00f7<\/a>, managed sales of only 1.1m.) It\u2019s consistently strong front-to-back, but only Frozen could reasonably be regarded as a contender for her greatest-ever song. William Orbit<\/a>\u2019s aquatic sound palette was a fine match, but so too was Mirwais Ahmadza\u00ef<\/a>\u2019s mechanised funk on 2000 follow-up LP Music<\/a>, yet Mirwais doesn\u2019t field interviews about his impact to this day. So why does Ray of Light merit the obsession?<\/p>\n For one, the themes tackled are more complex than your usual dance-pop smash. She reconciles her complicit role as a bratty star in a male-controlled industry (Nothing Really Matters), the breakdown of love with Lourdes\u2019 father, Carlos Leon (Frozen), and, purportedly, her stormy marriage to Sean Penn<\/a> (The Power of Good-Bye). For Anna Cafolla, the Quietus pop critic who had an Irish-Catholic upbringing, the stark closer Mer Girl, wherein Madonna lets loose the weight of witnessing her mother\u2019s overgrown grave, hit home hardest: \u201cLush, haunting, one I still feel particularly close to as a woman now \u2026 It also makes me want to give my own mum a really big hug.\u201d<\/p>\n It\u2019s easy to poke fun at Madonna extolling the virtues of Kabbalah<\/a> and her subsequent legacy of faux depth, but this sells her short. \u201cWe didn\u2019t have Instagram grids to analyse an artist\u2019s psyche,\u201d says Cafolla, \u201c[so] you took the intimacy you got.\u201d As a more open-hearted reinvention, Ray of Light also flipped the narrative that Madonna\u2019s moment in the sun was over. A lengthy losing streak of public evisceration in the mid-90s through her cycle of Erotica, Sex and generally standoffish behaviour led her to pull back and exhumed some ghosts of old. As a moment of reflection and acknowledgment of her position in the pop landscape, Nothing Really Matters just about shades Bitch I\u2019m Madonna.<\/p>\n Timing played a major part. \u201cWe all thought Y2K was plunging us into darkness and leprosy,\u201d recalls John Sizzle, of the Glory\u2019s queen bees and a Madonna diehard who claims to have attended every global tour but one. There\u2019s no small irony in the fact that an album by arch-exhibitionist Madonna<\/a> provided a soothing balm for frazzled pre-millennium nerves and a path back to \u201cthe basics of nature, love and spirituality\u201d, according to Sizzle. There\u2019s another irony, too, that by adopting a more passive mode she placed a renewed spotlight on her sharp talent and capacity for impact, and in doing so restored her seat at the high table of pop.<\/p>\n Ray of Light now also represents something that was lost as much as gained. Alongside Lauryn Hill\u2019s Doo Wop (That Thing), Shania Twain\u2019s That Don\u2019t Impress Me Much, Cher\u2019s Believe and ever other defiant kiss-off that dominated 1998\u2019s airwaves, something fresh began creeping into view as the year wound down, in the shape of Britney Spears<\/a>\u2019 Baby One More Time. It will forever be an all-timer, a hall-of-famer, a massive 24-carat belter; for that Grammy class of 98-99, it was also a silver bullet. Even the Spice Girls<\/a>, whose Spiceworld film hit the US as Ray of Light made its mark on the Billboard charts, didn\u2019t upend the global pop landscape in the way Britney did. The hard-earned space at the heart of mainstream music for adult women projecting maturity and strength came to an abrupt end, crushed by a teen-pop explosion. \u201cAll that rot,\u201d as Sizzle would have it.<\/p>\n This era of doe-eyed fantasy objects soon led to the era of raunch. Britney and Xtina (n\u00e9e Christina Aguilera<\/a>) became, says Cafolla, \u201ca manufactured backlash, a response of assless chaps and porny pop videos\u201d. Frustratingly, Madonna got sucked into this, playing catch-up in a way that seemed inauthentic and cheap \u2013 doubly unfortunate given her deep roots in New York\u2019s transgressive underground. Tonguing both of her usurpers at the MTV VMAs in 2003 represents a sad moment of full-circle debasement. \u201cPop\u2019s a tough ride,\u201d laments Sizzle. \u201cIt was never meant to be performed by the over-30s \u2013 it was created for teens to consume. Teens don\u2019t want to buy a record made by their saucy auntie, right?\u201d<\/p>\n The ensuing 15 years haven\u2019t been much easier on Madonna. The less said the better about MDNA<\/a>\u2019s desperate pitch to EDM-crazed America, Rebel Heart<\/a>\u2019s head-in-hands rollout, and American Life<\/a>\u2019s dire \u201cthree nannies, an assistant, and a bodyguard or five\u201d rap. Ray of Light is rendered even brighter by comparison, one of those rare pop behemoths where all the stars align: right time, sound, artist, message and audience. You wouldn\u2019t put it past her to hit on another winning late-career reinvention, although perhaps to simply rebuild her brand rather than seize the zeitgeist once more. But if that never arrives, we\u2019ll always be able to revisit 1998\u2019s Madonna, frozen in time.<\/p>\n