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Summertime Gladness.
Give Miley Cyrus her 'Flowers'. Following fellow, respective country and pop legends Shania Twain ('Queen Of Me') and P!nk ('Trustfall'), Dolly's God-daughter has released an early album of the year contender in the malaise of March. Drums please. Summertime has come early for a spontaneous vacation and slice of pure pop perfection, no great Del Rey sadness. An 'Endless Summer' at that, like California, or an Australian Jezabel. All 'Bangerz' of punctuated production coming in like a you know what. Signed, sealed and delivered on a classic cover of album artwork for this trapeze artist like Madonna coffee table 'Sex'. Hitting so hard in love and breaking down walls. You thought the 'Plastic Hearts' of a pandemic planet 2020 were real after Miley showed she was 'Younger Now' for the country in 2017? Well, you haven't heard any mainstream music this fresh yet.
She is coming again like the epic E.P. of '19, and this 'Mother's Daughter' is going even harder than that song. The 'Flowers' of formidable post-break-up and self-empowerment is the gold like that dress in the video. Say yes to this single with platinum power, coated in legacy making lyrics of acclaimed affirmation. Opening proceedings singing, "We were good, we were gold/Kinda dream that can't be sold/We were right 'til we weren't/Built a home and watched it burn/Mm, I didn't wanna leave you, I didn't wanna lie/Started to cry, but then remembered I/I can buy myself flowers/Write my name in the sand/Talk to myself for hours/Say things you don't understand/I can take myself dancing/And I can hold my own hand/Yeah, I can love me better than you can." The whole song deserves its roses no horses###. Let alone the first verse, bridge and chorus, hooked on here.
Miley, Miley, mo. Cyrus ain't 'Jaded' like Aerosmith. Even if those who write her off clearly are. The second track goes just like that and is worthy of its own single behind big, beautiful beats. "And it's a f######' shame that it ended like that/You broke your own heart, but you'd never say that/We went to Hell, but we never came back/I'm sorry that you're jaded (Jaded)/I could've taken you places (Places)/You're lonely now and I hate it/I'm sorry that you're Jaded." Speculate like a Swift song all you like about whom this is about. Brother of Thor, or something much more. But that's her business and private life. One thing that can't be put under scrutiny is the fact that this track is a straight classic down lover lane and the highway to hell that stops at a heartbreak hotel.
Motel music this is not, but it for sure elevates those lonely hearts looking for lost love. All moving in time with painful embraces of epic tracks that will still have you hitting the dance floor like the side of the sink as you take stock in the streaks and cracks in the mirror. Shimmering with Aussie ruler Sia on 'Muddy Feet' and artist of the moment Brandi Carlile for a Carlton 'Thousand Miles'. This album has monster collaborations that bang. But don't look through the 'Rose Colored Lenses' of big-names. Because the songwriting skill set shines more than any big name in bright lights. "We could stay like this forever, lost in wonderland/With our head above the clouds, falling stupid like we're kids/Wearing rose-colored lenses, let's just play pretend/Wearing rose-colored lenses, pretend we'll never end." Classic choruses like Taylor, made for quotation. Whether in karaoke bars plugged into Spotify, or social media streams.
Taking you to the 'River' like Springsteen results in another single, deep like Phoenix. Yet 'You' gets even closer like a Netflix series. Pulling off the incredible 'Handstand' and the audio substance of 'Violet Chemistry' takes you even higher however in the sonic trip of an album. The former is an anthem to upside down salute the health kick that is so much better than twerking it out like Usher. Whilst the latter laces us with lyrics like, "When thе floor is wet/And the lights come on, but you don't wanna lеave/Can I bum a cigarette? (Bum a cigarette)/We could paint our names in black on the marquee." Somewhere in America, Miley Cyrus is still showing the competition to their seats. On an 'Island' this 'Wildcard' leads the bracket on her own with the biggest win. March madness has started early and Cyrus is cutting down nets like she cuts up dresses with her infections hype machine sound, teased early in the year when most were forgetting their resolutions.
New Year, new Miley like coming out of the 'Silent Night' of 'A Very Murray Christmas' with Sofia Coppola. "Do you wanna play house? I could be your wife/Go and meet your mom in a dress too tight/Maybe I could stay and not break your heart/But don't forget, baby, I'm a wildcard." DAMN! Way to start this year and eight wonder of an album off with a bang. From the club to the country hoe down throwdown this alt-country pop star is more versatile. And whether it's the blooming 'Flowers' bonus demo and raw reveal of the record setting streaming single that was atop the Billboard Hot 100 chart for six consecutive weeks, or the superhero closer. You don't need a lasso of truth to see Miley Cyrus if more than a 'Wonder Woman' for the anthem. "She's a million moments/Lived a thousand lives/Never know she's hopeless/Only when she cries." This is your favourite record for dancing in the dark to the grime and glamour, AM and PM coin sides of this pop classic, alarm clock music that will never see the snooze button hit. Number one in 35 countries. Who runs the world, girls? Miley, baby! TIM DAVID HARVEY.
Playlist Picks: 'Flowers', 'Jaded', 'Handstand'.
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