Miley Cyrus: Annie Lennox and Sinead O’Connor are waiting for the inevitable crash
HAVING irked Sinead O’Connor, Disney angel gone bad girl Miley Cyrus has now gotten up Annie Lennox’s nose. She is upset that record companies are “peddling highly styled pornography with musical accompaniment” .
“You know the ones I’m talking about. Their assumption seems to be that misogyny utilised and displayed through oneself is totally fine, as long as you are the one creating it. As if it’s all justified by how many millions of dollars and Youtube hits you get from behaving like pimp and prostitute at the same time. It’s a glorified and monetised form of self harm.”
And so it goes. The pop bratlings twerk and berk and the old hands shake their heads. The only views Cyrus will listen to are those of her ‘fans’, the people who buy her records and decorate their bedrooms and school bags with her merchandise. Cyrus is banal, ordinary and sings like an embarrassing aunt. Miley is a bland, twerking-by-numbers show of terrible songs, contrived rebellion and sad dancing.
She is no Madonna.
The enjoyment in watching Cyrus is in waiting for the crash. Not nice to say, but a huge slice of her social media followers are not eagerly awaiting Cyrus’s new synthetic song but looking forward to her decline.