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Carly Rae Jepsen – Emotion
Jepsen’s ‘Call Me Maybe’ innocence and later residency on the Broadway cast of Cinderella, portrays her as ‘Disney’ as one can get. However, shedding the sexual grit that music fans have become used to atop the charts, there is just an overly innocent bluntness that has come to be expected of Jepsen. It is plain as day in arguably the pop single of the year ‘Run Away With Me’ where even in the party zone of stardom, she wants to slip away for an adventure with Boy X. While understandably a mish-mash of high production, this is one bizarre enough, dense stream of jollity that it maintains that emotion throughout in an explosive enough fashion to call the chaos of 80s bubblegum pop war-zone closer ‘When I Needed You’ a rare pop ‘grand finale’. Spoiler alert: It comes as no surprise that Princess Jepsen and friends live happily ever after. 3/5
Is Miley Cyrus becoming the nutty Shia LaBeouf figure of the pop world? Well it is only fitting that the excruciating opener is entitled ‘Dooo It!’, a shot at trap from a few rooms down the corridor, which delivers such distorted vocals beginning upon “I smoke pot, yeah I love peace. But I don’t give a fuck, I ain’t no hippy” and closing with the age old conundrum of “why do they put the dick in the pussy? Fuck you.”. Good question. And no thank you Miley.
Are listeners meant to be confused? Dead Petz closes on ‘Twinkle Song’, admitting that “I had a dream that David Bowie taught me to skateboard, but he was shaped like Gumby… I had a dream I didn’t give a fuck, but I give a fuck.” Is this the awakening from a ninety-minute dream sequence – an uncensored venture through that gloriously mischievous mind of hers? It’s a shame that with concept does not come listenability. 2/5