Miley Cyrus and Her Dead Petz

I feel like i need to weigh in on this...and it feels really, really weird to do so.  I'm not usually one to hype up some manufactured pop superstar, but this whole Miley Cyrus thing is just too much to ignore.  Earlier this week, the former Hannah Montana released a crazy album that she made with The Flaming Lips called "Miley Cyrus and Her Dead Petz."  To be frank, it's a complete and utter mess, but kind of a fascinating one, full of bedroom club stompers celebrating drugs and sex (what 22-year old doesn't dig drugs and sex?), sweet psych-pop ballads, and some all around weirdness.  It's overlong and all over the place, basically like someone just vomited up months of artistic ideas with no real purpose, a purging of glitter and pastel colors.  That's not to say that there aren't some genuine gems on the record though...which it why i'm even writing about this.  Kudos to Cyrus here, going outside of her normal label system to create what she wants to create, even at those moments where it feels juvenile or misguided.  She is 22 after all.  And you can certainly feel The Flaming Lips' presence, and Wayne Coyne in particular.  Often i can't tell if he's rejuvenating his artistic muscle working with these young pop starlets, or if he's just a creepy old weirdo.  Probably more of the latter, but at least we're getting some interesting music out of the deal.

Anyway, i couldn't embed the whole thing, so you'll need to go here to listen to the whole album, but in the meantime, take a gander at the Ariel Pink assisted "Tiger Dreams" below.

I can't believe i just did a write-up of Miley Cyrus.