Amid the whirl of eye-popping theatrics, Gaga proved to be an OK dancer and a pretty strong vocalist, one who deserves all the Madonna comparisons, during such electro-pop offerings as “Monster” and “Teeth.” She strikes at the feet and hips, more so than the heart and head, although her aim seems most often targeted at the libido. Some concerts make you feel happy, or sad, but Gaga’s show boasts the unique ability to make 8,000 fans feel, well, horny.
Her between-song banter leans toward the explicit – which is probably just fine with many concert-goers, but maybe not all the parents that brought their young Gaga-wannabes to the show. She also made some hand gestures that men, especially those wearing dark trench coats, would get arrested for emulating on a public bus.
Lady Gaga gets away with those tactics thanks to undeniable star power and pure attitude. She doesn’t concern herself with what you think of her R-rated maneuvers, or basically anything else, and she’ll tell you that straight to your face.
“Do you like my show?” she asked the crowd at one point. “If you don’t, I don’t care because you can (expletive) leave!”
Lady GaGa concert in San Francisco 
