Career suicide with a side of glitter
Credit: MILEY CYRUS / SMILEY MILEY, INC.
Miley Cyrus's new album Miley Cyrus and her Dead Petz is as uncomfortable to listen to, as the cover is to look at.
On Sept. 4 she released a new album, or rather an experimental art project, dubbed Miley Cyrus and Her Dead Petz. This album was released to the public for free, but I would pay exorbitant amounts of money to have it deleted from existence.
Dead Petz has an alarming 22 songs, which are spread out over a dreadful 92 minutes. People often say “don’t judge a book by its cover”, but in this case it’s an extremely accurate judgement.
Miley looks like she’s just finished blowing a unicorn in hopes that it would give her an ounce of talent, but unfortunately she spent all her money on that unicorn and couldn’t hire a team to write her some better lyrics.
Perhaps the best part of this album is trying to guess which drugs helped her write which songs. From the chaotic cocaine bath that is the album’s opener “Dooo it” to the morphine induced “Karen Don’t be Sad”, this album is the perfect example of someone who tried way too hard to be edgy.
We get it Miley, you smoke weed, you drink and you have sex. Now try to figure out some more creative ways to say that because repeating, “I want you to bang my box” over and over gets old real fast.
There’s the odd creative lyric splashed throughout this album, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re gems; lines like “finger my heart” and “sucking on your nipples, licking milky milky stars” are probably the most cringe worthy lyrics I’ve heard all year.
If you strip away every little bit of Miley’s vocals, the music actually becomes fairly palatable. The songs blend together in a nice mix of psychedelic and electronica sounds that immerse the listener.
There’s a few things that seem wildly out of place however, such as the horrible out of tune piano pounding or sporadic rap horns that sometimes drown out songs, but when you compare it to Miley’s singing it’s actually amazing.
I understand that this album is more of an experimental project that was crafted out of her curiosities and musings, but the first album release in two years shouldn’t be a risky shot in the dark like this.
When an artist puts out 22 songs and not a single one of them sticks, perhaps they should keep those musings locked away and find a better producer. Go ahead and follow your weird drug riddled experimental side, but don’t expect it to carry your career much further. Miley came in like a wrecking ball and completely wrecked this album.
Rating: 1/2 a star out of 5 stars