By Rebecca Plotkin
Despite its promising title, Bangerz, Miley Cyrus’ most recent album came in with a fizzle.
Cyrus tries out a new genre or two while singing about more mature themes—but her “adult” take on sex and partying is no more refreshing than anyone else’s in Hollywood.
The first track on the album, “Adore You,” is an overproduced love ballad with no melody. The same boring drum loop plays on in the background under an uninspired violin part as Cyrus slowly makes her way through the song, avoiding originality at all costs.
After spending a summer rolling down my windows and blasting “We Can’t Stop,” I had hoped for something stronger. Why would she open with this song? After “We Can’t Stop” comes the title track “SMS (Bangerz),” an uncomfortable example of why Britney Spears and Miley Cyrus should never, ever rap. Cyrus tries to embrace her inner Nicki Minaj but what’s left of her southern twang made her rhyming sound more like whining. Cyrus drops lyrical bombs like, “You know I’m on that meow/Quick to scratch your eyes out,” and reminds her listeners that she and Britney are “bangerz” a good 25 times in under 3 minutes.
Arguably the strangest song on the album, “4x4” is a mix of rap and country, reminiscent of Cyrus’ “Hoedown Throwdown” days. However, I’d much rather “throw a hawk in the sky,” than be “driving so fast ‘bout to piss on myself.” I listened to Cyrus chant over a beat that’s almost polka, singing, “round and round and away we go” until I swore I was listening to a children’s song.
“Love Money Party” needs little more explanation than its title. The lyrics include, “When you get to the money, it ain’t nothing but money.” Replace the word “money” with “love” and “party,” slap on a few unmemorable verses and you have, “Love Money Party.”
The album continues in this fashion: one song after another with no melody, mediocre guest stars and repetitive lyrics. Cyrus’ unapologetic album will likely find much success, as it is already topping the charts—though I ask listeners to question what they’re hearing next time Z100 plays “SMS” for the thousandth time