Review: Madonna, ‘MDNA’: Aidin Vaziri | Madonna’s Super Bowl halftime spectacle – complete with tightrope juggler, M.I.A.’s raised middle finger and excessive huffing and puffing – didn’t exactly ramp up anticipation for her 12th studio album, “MDNA.” That’s a good thing. The pop titan’s latest offering just might be her least accessible – yes, that includes “American Life.” Songs such as “I’m Addicted” and “Love Spent” are built around the kind of cheezoid techno beats that result from downing too many energy drinks in the studio. “Girl Gone Wild” is insistent and sleek, but surely the 53-year-old industry veteran and working mother could have come up with a more substantial title, without quoting Cyndi Lauper in the lyrics and avoiding the refrain “I’ve got a burning hot desire/ Nobody can put out my fire.” It took eight songwriters to cobble together “Gang Bang” – yes, “Gang Bang” – and not one of them comes close to the sublime genius of a vintage cut such as “Into the Groove.” The whole thing feels so synthetic, so clinical, so robotic it’s hard to know how to value moments when it seems as if Madonna might actually be turning reflective, such as on the head-hammering “Turn Up the Radio,” when she sings, “It was time I opened my eyes/ I’m leaving the past behind.” Is it about her doomed relationship with Guy Ritchie? Who knows? Who cares? The M.I.A.- and Nicki Minaj-zabetted single “Give Me All Your Luvin,’ ” meanwhile, flopped because Gwen Stefani already did the same thing much better. Throughout, it feels as if Madonna is merely playing catch-up. The dubstep breaks. The throwaway lyrics. The lack of vowels. In the age of Gaga, this simply won’t do.