Here are some of Britneys Reviews that Magazines have given her:
People Magazine Review
...Baby One More Time
Britney Spears (Jive)
This is, after all, an era in which TV series uch as 90210 and Dawson's Creek dwell on the supposedly supersophisticated sex lives of teenagers. So it shouldn't be a shock that Spears, who is just 17, would realease a debut album with such a suggestive title and such in-a-rush-to-grow-up tunes as "Born To Make You Happy" and "From the Bottom of My Broken Heart." These songs, which would seem inappropriately mature even if they were better written, serve Spears less well than the more teenlike "Soda Pop" and "E-Mail My Heart."
The Louisiana-born Spears attended New Your City's Professional Performing Arts School and is an alumna of TV's THE MICKEY MOUSE CLUB. But though she is peppy and enthusiastic, she is an unpolished singer. Even in today's pop culture, where attitude id often used to compensate for talent deficiencies, Spears could use more voice training. -R.N.
MTV Online Review
Seventeen-year-old Britney Spears leads a way charmed life. Her certified-gold debut single, ". . . Baby One More Time," was recorded with producer/songwriter Max Martin of Backstreet Boys fame. (Hyperventilating!) But her story doesn't start there; she's yet another offspring of The Mickey Mouse Club, the stomping grounds of not only TV's Felicity, Keri Russell, but also Justin and J.C. of 'N Sync. (Ohmigod, right?) Plus -- get this -- she got her first kiss from… wait for it… Justin! Yeah, that Justin! Like, 'N Sync Justin! (Couldja just die?)
Well, don't turn too green yet, 'cause Britney's got the unenviable task of opening for 'N Sync on their latest tour, which could very well earn her the ire of each and every lassie in the crowd. Hey, we say! You can't go and turn on Britney like that! She's so sunny and cute and lovable, and she wears her lip gloss with such carefree abandon. But then again, when you think about it, she's sending out some pretty mixed signals: she's got that innocent-prep- school-girl/raging-slut look down pat, and that pose on her album cover is somewhat suggestive of kinderporn. And then there's that whole "Hit me, baby/one more time" issue… oh, let's not even go there.
So who's the real Britney Spears, anyway? Leader of today's Electric Youth and future talent to be reckoned with, or yet another zombified automaton of the recording industry patriarchy? It's pretty safe to say the truth lies somewhere right down the middle -- just like most of the material on her debut album. No, Miss Spears didn't pick up a pen and write anything herself (she's no Debbie Gibson); this mall-tour grad (hello, Tiffany!) is slinging tunes by Max Martin, Eric Foster White (Whitney Houston alum), and a whole truckload of Swedes. But don't expect brain-scorching, maddeningly catchy, addictive-like- hard-drugs melodies in the Ace of Base, Army of Lovers, or even Roxette mold; we're stuck in the safety zone here.
True, ". . . Baby One More Time" is super-saturated fun -- who cares if the chorus' epic arrangement is lifted straight from "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)?" But the remainder of the material is pretty much drained of all emotion and excitement, save for the giddy, riddim-riddled "Soda Pop" (which, in its sheer adolescent inanity, brings back fond memories of New Kids on the Block's "Popsicle") and a bachelorette-pad cover of Sonny & Cher's 1967 chestnut "The Beat Goes On," complete with a damned infectious bossa-nova beat. And in the you-must-be-joking department, you simply can't do any better than the touching ballad "E-Mail My Heart." ("It's been hours, seems like days/since you went away/and all I do is check the screen/to see if you're okay.")
As for Spears' voice, well, she hasn't quite grown into it yet. She can bare her midriff and baby-doll-growl till the cows come home, but she's no Aaliyah, and neither Brandy nor Monica should expect to see bite marks on their heels any time soon. (Robyn, however, should check and see if her thunder is missing.)
Possibly the most notable thing about Spears' debut is her chirpy appearance at the end of the disc to shill sneak previews of three, count 'em, three new songs by her Jive labelmates, Backstreet Boys. (Gasp!) That's one whole minute of new BSB material! Is this a new zenith in cross-promotional extremism? Proof that adolescent girls want their babysitting money forcibly removed from their Hello Kitty wallets? Incentive? Blackmail? Take your pick. Will it work? Oh, just you watch.
-- Kim Stitzel
Image Of A Little Girl (from Britney Bites
Ewww! Gross!
That's what I would say if I was a 13-year-old girl, aka Britney Spear's target audience.
Miss Spears, if you are blissfully unaware, is the proud possessor of a No. 1 song and album for ... Baby One More Time. She is also barely 17 years old, but that hasn't stopped her record company from marketing her as a full-figured sex symbol.
Her hit video consists of Spears dressed in porno private school girl attire, complete with pouty face and pigtails, or wearing a half-shirt and lounging in the backseat of a car (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).
The CD is even worse. Its booklet opens to a photo of Spears' crotch, eventually folding into a poster of her backwards on a chair with white bars.
Subliminal jailbait.
While Spears is the latest, and youngest, example of such sex-filled pop-tart marketing, the grandmas of the genre are the Spice Girls.
What is more disturbing than a little girl dressed as a grown woman (Baby Spice) who dresses like a little girl?
It's bad enough to sexualize pigtails, but when kids who are supposed to be wearing such hairstyles accessorize with lipstick, eye shadow and hooker boots, there is something very wrong.
It all begs the question, "Who are they marketing to?" If it's for the boys, then it's primarily a wasted effort. Sure they all have a favourite Spice and wish they could lose their virginity to Britney. But will they actually go out and buy the albums?
If it's for the men, then let me reiterate: Ewww! Gross!
But I suspect males are merely an added bonus. The corporate hitmen are after little girls and their pocket books. That's who's buying the records, posters, videos, bubble gum and lunchboxes. Well, I own a Ginger Spice lollipop but, uh, it's purely as a collector's item.
"I mean, it would be different if I was walking around naked," argues former Mousketeer Spears. "But that's how kids are today."
Of course, it's a chicken-and-egg argument (weakened by fake nudes of Spears on the Internet) that doesn't address the long-term effects of sexualizing young girls and then selling the product to even younger ones.
At least the Spice Girls ramble on about Girl Power. There's not much positivity in begging your boyfriend to "hit me baby one more time."