Dead Petz is a remarkable accomplishment because Cyrus appears to have grasped all of her potential at once: there are Hot 100-ready sugar bombs, psychedelic departures, rugged rock, and throbbing alt-pop that immediately makes the year’s other best pop record (Carly Rae Jepsen’s excellent EMOTION) sound alarmingly obsolete.
Dead Petz is Miley Cyrus with a creative vision, putting the self-expressiveness of her personal life into her music.
If you can force yourself to slog through the bullshit and actually pay close attention to the album, you’ll emerge from the experience interested and engaged.
It’s bloated, self-indulgent and occasionally cringey – but never boring. A couple of tracks are up with the best of 2015.
Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz needs an editor, but there's more than enough worthwhile music here to transcend shock value.
Most of Dead Petz sounds pretty much like the Lips' latter-day output — she aims for Coyne-like high notes that don't suit her lowdown voice. But she scores wacko successes like "Milky Milky Milk," "Cyrus Skies" and "Slab of Butter (Scorpion)," along with cameos from Big Sean, Ariel Pink and producer Mike Will Made It.
What is most surprising, perhaps, is not that Miley Cyrus has self-released a goofy, addled sonic experiment, but that, in the post-label, internet age, more pop stars in her position haven’t.
Make no mistake, some of this album is unlistenable ... But Cyrus is also too skilled of an artist to not place some beauty inside this madness.
It’s ... undoubtedly the most interesting and substantial thing Cyrus has ever done, an absolute beast of an album with twenty three tracks that sometimes hit, sometimes miss and sometimes transcend either category and just become a portal to the weird.
It’s a messy, deeply personal move that finds Cyrus unabashedly putting forth an unapologetically full-fledged reinvention of self, one lacking in timidity and subtlety.
The playful experimentalism and inherently subversive nature of Dead Petz is enjoyable (in a sickly-sweet way) throughout, yet it’s experimentation is akin to playing absent-mindedly with a shitty synthesizer iPhone app.
On Petz, the total lack of unpredictability is what betrays Cyrus’ true lack of imagination, her fatal flaw as a Youth Culture Messiah.
If Bangerz saw an ex-Disney star reveling in her newfound freedom from long hair and adult supervision, then Dead Petz sees Cyrus revel in her own freedom from good taste.
Dead Petz is just more mannered than it tries to appear on the surface, too long, and doesn't end up shaking up much of anything, let alone the artistic ambitions of Cyrus or The Flaming Lips.
It's a whole 92 minutes of absolutely cringe, mindless, and flat out bad lyricism and music.
it's weird to me that this hasn't gotten some massive cult following since it's release. i know it's only been 7 years so maybe it needs more time but i feel like this should have the same "so bad it's good" praise as like My Teenage Dream Ended has. like some people like it but everytime i listen to this and like it even more with each relisten i feel like i'm completely alone. where's the cult following people, hmmmm?????!?!?!? i know there's people that like this album. i know ... read more
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what the fuck miley what the actual fuck happened here this is absolute trash all of the words you are saying are either boring or make me shudder why did you have to talk about smelling armpits and weed so much did you know that those basically smell like the same thing also where the hell is the flaming lips on this album i dont see hide nor hair of their sound bleeding into this whatsoever the moments on this album are either way too cringey from some kind ... read more
God this thing is just so fascinatingly horrendous. Like... who let this happen? Who in their right mind thought that this was a good idea? It's just... huh??
This may not make sense at all, but in my opinion, Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz is the Philosophy of the World of the 21st century. It's so stupid, it's so devoid of anything worthwhile, and you can't help but laugh at the fact that something like this was made and put into the world knowingly. Like... why would you put Fweaky and ... read more
i returned to this one because i remember liking it in my previous listens, and i can say i still do enjoy it for the most part. i do wish some of the filler weren’t there but the highs are this one are pretty high. i know this is just a worse version of lady gaga’s weirdo era, but i still think it’s nice for what it is. it’s trashy pop and miley embraces her strange style and her negative view from the media from that time. the trap influence on some of the production ... read more
First Experience: I'll save words on this one and say that I thought the album was just like its cover, a real mess.
Added to my playlist: None.
1 | Dooo It! 3:38 | 66 |
2 | Karen Don't Be Sad 4:52 | 77 |
3 | The Floyd Song (Sunrise) 5:16 | 66 |
4 | Something About Space Dude 3:28 | 60 |
5 | Space Bootz 4:39 | 77 |
6 | Fucking Fucked Up 0:50 | 33 |
7 | BB Talk 4:32 | 63 |
8 | Fweaky 3:47 | 59 |
9 | Bang Me Box 3:41 | 67 |
10 | Milky Milky Milk 4:47 | 54 |
11 | Slab of Butter (Scorpion) 5:01 feat. Sarah Barthel | 60 |
12 | I'm So Drunk 0:46 | 40 |
13 | I Forgive Yiew 3:14 | 59 |
14 | I Get So Scared 3:53 | 70 |
15 | Lighter 5:19 | 69 |
16 | Tangerine 5:05 feat. Big Sean | 58 |
17 | Tiger Dreams 5:52 feat. Ariel Pink | 67 |
18 | Evil is but a Shadow 4:35 | 66 |
19 | Cyrus Skies 5:33 | 69 |
20 | 1 Sun 3:59 | 81 |
21 | Miley Tibetan Bowlzzz 2:09 | 60 |
22 | Pablow the Blowfish 3:30 | 68 |
23 | Twinkle Song 3:43 | 79 |
#10 | / | Entertainment Weekly |
#24 | / | Popjustice |
#25 | / | Time Out London |
#42 | / | NME |
#50 | / | Variance |
#100 | / | Crack Magazine |