Well, finally: after what feels like one hundred years (but has actually only been a few months and hundreds upon hundreds of blog posts), Bangerz has arrived.
Yes, the album that announces once and for all that Miley Cyrus is no longer Hannah Montana is here. Everything is different now; Cyrus raps about MDMA, wears a monokini, poses for Terry Richardson and absolutely, positively cannot be tamed (for real this time).
Reviews so far have been cautiously positive–Jody Rosen over at New York says Cyrus is ”neither the Great Satan nor a great talent, just another pop diva with modest presence and a bunch of tracks from high-priced songwriter-producers. She does have good instincts; she’s been in show business for a while. She isn’t a great singer, but she has a distinctive vocal tone, a huskiness in her mid-range, that gives her songs, especially the ballads, a bit of chewiness and zest.” …Mild reception aside, all one needs is two ears and a heart (to borrow a phrase from 30 Rock) to appreciate “We Can’t Stop.”
Still, in the wake of her now-infamous VMAs performance, Cyrus has given so many outlandish, absurd, self-mythologizing interviews, it’s hard to remember that there’s music involved. And there is: Bangerz entered the world last night at a splashy release party in downtown Manhattan.
And, in typical Cyrus fashion, the record was overshadowed by Cyrus herself. Here’s what Miley Cyrus wears to launch her first post-childhood/tweenhood/corporate coghood record:
Cyrus stepped out to launch Bangerz in a pink satin bra, pink satin hot shorts and platform creepers. Sounds about right.
There was also a macabre teddy bear cake involved (in the background) and some pyrotechnics.
Also pertinent: Cyrus has apparently begun studying at the Lindsay Lohan School of How To Look Titillating In Photographs:
You see, by sticking her fingers in her mouth, she is reminding you she has a mouth which can be used for all the grown-up stuff she does now because SHE’S NOT A KID ANYMORE / CAN’T BE TAMED. Her album is called Bangerz, for fuck’s sake. That kind of laissez faire attitude about spelling is pretty goddamn edgy.
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